Although I've only been diagnosed last year (TaG1), I was inspired by recent posts to try my hand at a little more humor, put into verse. Nods to Greg, the witty Brit, for the wine references..and Bubbles, et al for the other visuals....
Oh billowy waves of leafy coral
And delicate gills of fishes;
Tall sturdy stalky of pale brocolli
- all here against our wishes!
Dear doctor, tell me, can you see
an end to all of this for me?
I tire of gel and scopes and tubes
and Burgundy, Claret and Rose hues...
Someday, can I pee without turning about
and fervently hoping that what has come out
No longer resembles a fine Cabernet
But more like a faded and dry Chardonnay?