Sat. 12 noon.
Nursery Rhymes from a bored musician/cancer patient..

Baa Baa Black Sheep have you any Chemo??
Yes sir, Yes sir, 6 bags full.
One for your evening, one for your morn,
Two for your third day same as befor'n

Now we have just 2 more full,
How shall we fix them up for you??

On the rocks with a twist please! And make it quick, I miss the home squeeze.

Are you sleeping, are you peeing, Brother Jim?, Brother Jim?,
If you don't produce much, we will fix you up such,
Lasik's here, Lasik's here!!

On top of old Sloaney....
On the 12th floor you know...
There sits an old croany,
With a corn on his toe...

He awaits his next Chemo...
without too much fear,
but what's up with his insides,
we all wait to hear.

Will he belch, squeeze and fa..hrt???
Or vomit and puke??
Or will he simply lie down,
And snore like a Duke??

On top of old Sloaney...
All quiet and slow,
I'd rather be ho-ome,
and waiting for snow.

Well, that's enough for now. I'll try to be more informative and interesting next time. Love to all. Thanks for your notes of support. JIMBO