Sean Presley Writes:
Sean Presley Writes:
"The Lance Lancer Poems"
Written for the enjoyment of children with cancer.
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LANCE LANCER #1
Hey-hey, it's me, Lance Lancer,I'm also a kid who has cancer,What's up, my cancer friends?Are you going through chemo today?Perhaps a little radiation before you can play?
I know, I know; it's always something with doctor so and so,What I try to do, is just go with the flow,
When I heard I had cancer, I was angry and sad,So my first trips to the hospital went, well, really bad,Then I learned more about my cancer, and I became less mad,All I can do is what I can do, so I may as well be glad,
Glad that my doctors and nurses are so, 'are you kidding me' smart,Glad that my family and friends help my healing and hold me in their hearts,Glad that I'm awesome at video games,Glad that I almost have two exact same names,
Every day looks like a great day, if you're asking me to look,If I feel too sick to run and play, I can read or write a book,Perhaps a sit down game to play,Or a walk along a frog filled brook,
Okay, okay, you and I have cancer,So we deal with some difficult questions and answers,But we're not alone, and we're not to blame,We simply have cancer, there is no shame,So I treat my cancer like a game,And I win that game every day,I'll think you'll win it too today, if you're asking me to say.
Hey-hey, it's me, Lance Lancer,I'm also a kid who has cancer,What's up, my cancer friends?Are you going through chemo today?Perhaps a little radiation before you can play?
I know, I know; it's always something with doctor so and so,What I try to do, is just go with the flow,
When I heard I had cancer, I was angry and sad,So my first trips to the hospital went, well, really bad,Then I learned more about my cancer, and I became less mad,All I can do is what I can do, so I may as well be glad,
Glad that my doctors and nurses are so, 'are you kidding me' smart,Glad that my family and friends help my healing and hold me in their hearts,Glad that I'm awesome at video games,Glad that I almost have two exact same names,
Every day looks like a great day, if you're asking me to look,If I feel too sick to run and play, I can read or write a book,Perhaps a sit down game to play,Or a walk along a frog filled brook,
Okay, okay, you and I have cancer,So we deal with some difficult questions and answers,But we're not alone, and we're not to blame,We simply have cancer, there is no shame,So I treat my cancer like a game,And I win that game every day,I'll think you'll win it too today, if you're asking me to say.
LANCE LANCER #2
Hey-hey, its kid Lancer, with the cool cancer,I say it's cool, because... why not?I have it, so I make it cool, like everything I've got,
My bike is cool, my skateboard is cool,My stroke looks cool in the swimming pool,So I say, my cancer totally rules!
Only some kids get cancer, so that makes us unique,Cancer is for the strong like us, so we save it from the weak,Most times, however, I think it's mostly clever, to forget about cancer for days and weeks,It opens me up for fun, like the silent run of playing Hide and Seek,
This poem is an example, I've said cancer six times already, and that's ample,Or, is it way too much?Of course, if the word cancer was a horse, this page would be trampled,But it's not a horse, or a bad word, so I'll bounce it off a trampoline,I don't care if the word Cancer bounces and careens,
All over the world, to all the boys and girls,Because cancer is simply the name of our disease,It's not as though it's tattooed on our knees for the world to see,And what if it was, so what?Cancer’s just a word, it's just a thing, that happens to be what we've got,
Cancer, Cancer, like the reindeer Prancer, is merely a given name,Say it or not, it's what we've got, so be it, even though it's totally lame,As long as we have fun with life, we know we've won the game,
Cancer, Cancer, Cancer, there, I've said it fourteen times today,Big deal, it's just a word, and it fits into my sporty rhymes, hey-hey!
Hey-hey, its kid Lancer, with the cool cancer,I say it's cool, because... why not?I have it, so I make it cool, like everything I've got,
My bike is cool, my skateboard is cool,My stroke looks cool in the swimming pool,So I say, my cancer totally rules!
Only some kids get cancer, so that makes us unique,Cancer is for the strong like us, so we save it from the weak,Most times, however, I think it's mostly clever, to forget about cancer for days and weeks,It opens me up for fun, like the silent run of playing Hide and Seek,
This poem is an example, I've said cancer six times already, and that's ample,Or, is it way too much?Of course, if the word cancer was a horse, this page would be trampled,But it's not a horse, or a bad word, so I'll bounce it off a trampoline,I don't care if the word Cancer bounces and careens,
All over the world, to all the boys and girls,Because cancer is simply the name of our disease,It's not as though it's tattooed on our knees for the world to see,And what if it was, so what?Cancer’s just a word, it's just a thing, that happens to be what we've got,
Cancer, Cancer, like the reindeer Prancer, is merely a given name,Say it or not, it's what we've got, so be it, even though it's totally lame,As long as we have fun with life, we know we've won the game,
Cancer, Cancer, Cancer, there, I've said it fourteen times today,Big deal, it's just a word, and it fits into my sporty rhymes, hey-hey!
LANCE LANCER #3
Hey-hey, hee-hee, it's me, the cancer kid, Lance Lancer,Oh no I didn't, oh yes I did,I wrote a poem about cancer,
Actually, I write them all the time,But this poem, has the strangest rhyme,Here it is, short and strange, with only five lines,
~ I rolled my cancer into a ball, I bounced it off the hospital walls, Out the window, speeding towards the ground, I thought it would go splat, With four legs it landed, that cancer ball, had turned into a cat, It ran away to nap and lay, never coming back. ~
I like writing tales, some short and some tall,Where cancer can be a cat or a ball, or anything at all,We may as well play with the word while we have it,We can do tricks with the word, like pulling a 'hat out of a rabbit',Oops, I meant, a 'rabbit out of a hat',I try to have fun with cancer, is where my point is at,
So I'll stay on point and have some fun up in this joint,Here comes another poem, this time, I'll just let my words roam,
~ I close my eyes and blow my cancer, into a blue balloon, With some helium help, I squeal and I yelp and send it to the moon, The balloon flies high, out of sight from you and I, All cancer's gone, so long, beyond our earthly sky. ~
Well alright and “A” okay, I like that poem, I really must say,I think I'll read it again, right now, without further delay, hey-hey.
Hey-hey, hee-hee, it's me, the cancer kid, Lance Lancer,Oh no I didn't, oh yes I did,I wrote a poem about cancer,
Actually, I write them all the time,But this poem, has the strangest rhyme,Here it is, short and strange, with only five lines,
~ I rolled my cancer into a ball, I bounced it off the hospital walls, Out the window, speeding towards the ground, I thought it would go splat, With four legs it landed, that cancer ball, had turned into a cat, It ran away to nap and lay, never coming back. ~
I like writing tales, some short and some tall,Where cancer can be a cat or a ball, or anything at all,We may as well play with the word while we have it,We can do tricks with the word, like pulling a 'hat out of a rabbit',Oops, I meant, a 'rabbit out of a hat',I try to have fun with cancer, is where my point is at,
So I'll stay on point and have some fun up in this joint,Here comes another poem, this time, I'll just let my words roam,
~ I close my eyes and blow my cancer, into a blue balloon, With some helium help, I squeal and I yelp and send it to the moon, The balloon flies high, out of sight from you and I, All cancer's gone, so long, beyond our earthly sky. ~
Well alright and “A” okay, I like that poem, I really must say,I think I'll read it again, right now, without further delay, hey-hey.
LANCE LANCER #4
Hey-hey, Lance Lancer is in the house, see,Although, I'm feeling sort of Mickey Mousey,Because the chemo treatments have me feeling lousy,
How does lousy, make me feel like Mickey? You might ask, out of your mouth’s side,Well, I feel like I just fell off of a Disneyland ride,I feel like my head is two feet wide,And I feel goofy on my side,
Ha-ha! Get it? Goofy is Mickey's friend,And good friends are always by your side, until the very end,Anyhow, any more of these radiation treatments and I might float up off the floor,In fact, sometimes I feel like I'm out of my body, hovering above the door,
Then I look down and see myself,If I see a frown, I want to help,So I tell myself to smile, relax and try,I also tell myself, when it's bad, it's perfectly okay to cry,A tear now and then is no big deal,With cancer, not every day is like a happy meal,With cancer, we have many different sappy feels,
My answer is to look on the bright side,It's everywhere if you look,It's in a Popsicle, it's even at the hospital, and in almost every book,It’s in a joke or a bath, or the eyelashes of a giraffe,The world is a wonder, and I wonder with a wondrous laugh,What the moon looks like, from a helicopter photograph,Or what the groom would look like, if I married my brother's two cats, just for play,If you look on the bright side, life can be funny, hey-hey.
Hey-hey, Lance Lancer is in the house, see,Although, I'm feeling sort of Mickey Mousey,Because the chemo treatments have me feeling lousy,
How does lousy, make me feel like Mickey? You might ask, out of your mouth’s side,Well, I feel like I just fell off of a Disneyland ride,I feel like my head is two feet wide,And I feel goofy on my side,
Ha-ha! Get it? Goofy is Mickey's friend,And good friends are always by your side, until the very end,Anyhow, any more of these radiation treatments and I might float up off the floor,In fact, sometimes I feel like I'm out of my body, hovering above the door,
Then I look down and see myself,If I see a frown, I want to help,So I tell myself to smile, relax and try,I also tell myself, when it's bad, it's perfectly okay to cry,A tear now and then is no big deal,With cancer, not every day is like a happy meal,With cancer, we have many different sappy feels,
My answer is to look on the bright side,It's everywhere if you look,It's in a Popsicle, it's even at the hospital, and in almost every book,It’s in a joke or a bath, or the eyelashes of a giraffe,The world is a wonder, and I wonder with a wondrous laugh,What the moon looks like, from a helicopter photograph,Or what the groom would look like, if I married my brother's two cats, just for play,If you look on the bright side, life can be funny, hey-hey.
LANCE LANCER #5
Hey-hey, I'm feeling treatment funky today and kind of lame,But I'm Lance Lancer, and cancer is my game,If you can feel lame funky and happy, you belong in the cancer hall of fame,And I do, and I am, so etch my name, in a hall of fame frame,
If that's cancer bragging, then I'll take the blame,To be happy with cancer, feels so good, it's hard to explain,But I'll try, because I spy, with my happy little eye, the vision of how I cope,
Do I moan and complain and walk around with a mope?Maybe a tad, when I feel super bad, so I cut myself some slack on that rope,Do I feel inferior and think that non-cancer people are superior?One nope, two nope, three, nope, nope, nope,
Do I feel awesome and totally rad, because I can still laugh when I'm feeling bad?Oh yes, I'm impressed, when I make happy out of sad,Or when I pretend that cancer is a cool new fad,Oh yes, I'm not depressed, it helps my mind stay clean through cancer's mess,
Oh no, you know, I do get low, I must confess,But I bounce back quickly,I don't give in, when I'm feeling overly sickly,And I keep my attitude from getting overly prickly,
“A little spunk in the ole' toy trunk,Can help on the days when you're feeling a treatment funk”,That's what grandpa Lancer used to say,Or was it, “a skunk in the ole' bed bunk”? Either way,It might be good advice, grandpa was pretty smart, back in the day,Anyhow, anyway, I'm feeling a little better, thanks for listening, hey-hey.
Hey-hey, I'm feeling treatment funky today and kind of lame,But I'm Lance Lancer, and cancer is my game,If you can feel lame funky and happy, you belong in the cancer hall of fame,And I do, and I am, so etch my name, in a hall of fame frame,
If that's cancer bragging, then I'll take the blame,To be happy with cancer, feels so good, it's hard to explain,But I'll try, because I spy, with my happy little eye, the vision of how I cope,
Do I moan and complain and walk around with a mope?Maybe a tad, when I feel super bad, so I cut myself some slack on that rope,Do I feel inferior and think that non-cancer people are superior?One nope, two nope, three, nope, nope, nope,
Do I feel awesome and totally rad, because I can still laugh when I'm feeling bad?Oh yes, I'm impressed, when I make happy out of sad,Or when I pretend that cancer is a cool new fad,Oh yes, I'm not depressed, it helps my mind stay clean through cancer's mess,
Oh no, you know, I do get low, I must confess,But I bounce back quickly,I don't give in, when I'm feeling overly sickly,And I keep my attitude from getting overly prickly,
“A little spunk in the ole' toy trunk,Can help on the days when you're feeling a treatment funk”,That's what grandpa Lancer used to say,Or was it, “a skunk in the ole' bed bunk”? Either way,It might be good advice, grandpa was pretty smart, back in the day,Anyhow, anyway, I'm feeling a little better, thanks for listening, hey-hey.
LANCE LANCER #6
Hey, hey, I wonder how you're feeling today,I wonder what you're going through, and if everything's okay,For me, some days are good or bad, but most days are a little of both,I hope my poems can help your bad, and give your good some growth,
How about a silly little joke, to pull you towards the good? What did the hungry woodpecker say, when he couldn't find any wood?“I wish I were an ice-cream pecker,I'd swoop up two scoops, and call it a double-decker!”
Was that a funny joke?Well, at least I tried, so at least my courage isn't broke,Courage is important, when fighting through cancer like us,And to me, courage means trying, so in always trying I trust,
I try to stay positive, when treatments have my stomach down,I try to aim at the toilet, so I don't barf all over the ground,You know, sometimes when I barf, I like to make a dinosaur sound,Maybe that's weird, and my name should be Lance Clown,
Anyhow, my point is, that courage is trying, and trying helps a lot,Yes I can, is better to say than; no way I cannot,Say yes I can, deal with this and that,Say yes I can, be happy through cancer, without being too big of a brat,
Cancer, cancer, please go away, and you can't beat us even if you stay,We'll still have fun no matter what, every single day,All we can do is try, and try to understand,When cancer has us saying no, I say yes we can!
Hey, hey, I wonder how you're feeling today,I wonder what you're going through, and if everything's okay,For me, some days are good or bad, but most days are a little of both,I hope my poems can help your bad, and give your good some growth,
How about a silly little joke, to pull you towards the good? What did the hungry woodpecker say, when he couldn't find any wood?“I wish I were an ice-cream pecker,I'd swoop up two scoops, and call it a double-decker!”
Was that a funny joke?Well, at least I tried, so at least my courage isn't broke,Courage is important, when fighting through cancer like us,And to me, courage means trying, so in always trying I trust,
I try to stay positive, when treatments have my stomach down,I try to aim at the toilet, so I don't barf all over the ground,You know, sometimes when I barf, I like to make a dinosaur sound,Maybe that's weird, and my name should be Lance Clown,
Anyhow, my point is, that courage is trying, and trying helps a lot,Yes I can, is better to say than; no way I cannot,Say yes I can, deal with this and that,Say yes I can, be happy through cancer, without being too big of a brat,
Cancer, cancer, please go away, and you can't beat us even if you stay,We'll still have fun no matter what, every single day,All we can do is try, and try to understand,When cancer has us saying no, I say yes we can!
LANCE LANCER #7
Hey-hey, who else is at the hospital today?I am, and I have this to say, Some people think the hospital is bad and scary,I say, oh no, no, oh contrary,
Bad is a place you get hurt, the hospital is a place you heal up,Scary is dark and empty, the hospital is bright and full of interesting stuff,Oh sure, there's the quick poke of the needle shot and other yucky snot,But all in all, it ain't so bad, considering what we've got,
And what we've got is cancer, so the hospital is part of our deal,I say the hospital isn't so bad, if you can keep it real,I keep it real, by knowing it's just a building,And when it comes to good buildings, the hospital is the real thing,
Enough of this and that, here's a story about a bat,
I was watching television last night, when my friend yelled, “What was that!”Round and round the room it flew,My friend ran away, I didn't know what to do,
I don't know how the bat got in, but it wanted out,Bats are blind and cannot see, but if you ask me, I have my doubts,They say bats use a radar, to find their way around,I could swear the thing was chasing me, so I lay low to the ground,
I crawled to a window, opened an exit, and the happy bat flew away,He was also afraid of me, you see, and he wanted back out to play,Even bats get scared sometimes, so it's okay if we do too,I hope it helps your cancer fears, knowing that I fight cancer with you.
Hey-hey, who else is at the hospital today?I am, and I have this to say, Some people think the hospital is bad and scary,I say, oh no, no, oh contrary,
Bad is a place you get hurt, the hospital is a place you heal up,Scary is dark and empty, the hospital is bright and full of interesting stuff,Oh sure, there's the quick poke of the needle shot and other yucky snot,But all in all, it ain't so bad, considering what we've got,
And what we've got is cancer, so the hospital is part of our deal,I say the hospital isn't so bad, if you can keep it real,I keep it real, by knowing it's just a building,And when it comes to good buildings, the hospital is the real thing,
Enough of this and that, here's a story about a bat,
I was watching television last night, when my friend yelled, “What was that!”Round and round the room it flew,My friend ran away, I didn't know what to do,
I don't know how the bat got in, but it wanted out,Bats are blind and cannot see, but if you ask me, I have my doubts,They say bats use a radar, to find their way around,I could swear the thing was chasing me, so I lay low to the ground,
I crawled to a window, opened an exit, and the happy bat flew away,He was also afraid of me, you see, and he wanted back out to play,Even bats get scared sometimes, so it's okay if we do too,I hope it helps your cancer fears, knowing that I fight cancer with you.
LANCE LANCER #8
Hey-hey, why does it have to be this way?Why do we have to have cancer today?Why me? Why cancer? Why, why, why? Answer, answer, answer,Why is it that you and I have to deal with cancer?
People know what cancer is, but nobody knows why you and I have it,So I consider, these questions why, to be a bad why habit,Instead of why, I say what -- what can I do to help?What can I do to better understand my own cancer health?
What, I wonder, is the best way to stay happy when treatments make us queasy?And what's the best way to tie that silly hospital gown more easily? There are some good reasons, of course, to ask the question, why,But when it comes to cancer questions, I say, why not bake a pie?
Of course I love pie, but I don't know how to bake,So for now, I'll take my cancer why's and throw them in a lake,Some whys will skip, some whys will sink,Some whys will splash and make us think,
All in all, the cancer whys don't really matter much,Cancer is bad, but we're all good, let's fist bump and make knuckles touch,I'm sorry you have cancer, but I'm glad we have each other,I'll feel like we're a family, you're my big “C” sisters and brothers,
Ooh, what shall I do for fun on this beautiful day?What's the best way to have some fun and play?What in the world am I asking you for?We all make our own fun, I'm off to make some more!
Hey-hey, why does it have to be this way?Why do we have to have cancer today?Why me? Why cancer? Why, why, why? Answer, answer, answer,Why is it that you and I have to deal with cancer?
People know what cancer is, but nobody knows why you and I have it,So I consider, these questions why, to be a bad why habit,Instead of why, I say what -- what can I do to help?What can I do to better understand my own cancer health?
What, I wonder, is the best way to stay happy when treatments make us queasy?And what's the best way to tie that silly hospital gown more easily? There are some good reasons, of course, to ask the question, why,But when it comes to cancer questions, I say, why not bake a pie?
Of course I love pie, but I don't know how to bake,So for now, I'll take my cancer why's and throw them in a lake,Some whys will skip, some whys will sink,Some whys will splash and make us think,
All in all, the cancer whys don't really matter much,Cancer is bad, but we're all good, let's fist bump and make knuckles touch,I'm sorry you have cancer, but I'm glad we have each other,I'll feel like we're a family, you're my big “C” sisters and brothers,
Ooh, what shall I do for fun on this beautiful day?What's the best way to have some fun and play?What in the world am I asking you for?We all make our own fun, I'm off to make some more!
LANCE LANCER #9
Hey-hey, sometimes I'm not sure what to say about cancer,I'm just a kid who has it, I'm still the same Lance Lancer,Cancer doesn't make me odd, or weird, or different than any others,We can stand up proud and tall, we don't have to hide under covers,
Some people, without cancer, don't understand and that's okay,We should take it easy on them, this is what I sometimes say,“It's okay, I just have the big C,And the C means many things you see”,
C is for Cool, and Cute, and Crazy fun,C is for Crafty, and Cuddly, and Chewing gum,I like to think I'm the king of the letter C,And only you can be a C king or C queen with me,
Don’t worry about the non-cancer getters,They can have fun with all of those other capital letters,Of course, you can't really own a C or a Q,But still, I like to pretend that the big C belongs to me and you,
Cherry Coke and Cookie Cutters,Cake and Cream soda and Candy Clusters,C's from sea to shining seas,Do you see the same C's that I see?
Okay, enough about big C's, let's talk about little bees,Have you ever licked honey off of a bee's lean knees?Ha-ha, that would be dangerous, and not very smart,And I'd be afraid of smelling the bee's sweet farts.
Hey-hey, sometimes I'm not sure what to say about cancer,I'm just a kid who has it, I'm still the same Lance Lancer,Cancer doesn't make me odd, or weird, or different than any others,We can stand up proud and tall, we don't have to hide under covers,
Some people, without cancer, don't understand and that's okay,We should take it easy on them, this is what I sometimes say,“It's okay, I just have the big C,And the C means many things you see”,
C is for Cool, and Cute, and Crazy fun,C is for Crafty, and Cuddly, and Chewing gum,I like to think I'm the king of the letter C,And only you can be a C king or C queen with me,
Don’t worry about the non-cancer getters,They can have fun with all of those other capital letters,Of course, you can't really own a C or a Q,But still, I like to pretend that the big C belongs to me and you,
Cherry Coke and Cookie Cutters,Cake and Cream soda and Candy Clusters,C's from sea to shining seas,Do you see the same C's that I see?
Okay, enough about big C's, let's talk about little bees,Have you ever licked honey off of a bee's lean knees?Ha-ha, that would be dangerous, and not very smart,And I'd be afraid of smelling the bee's sweet farts.
LANCE LANCER #10
Hey-hey, another great day full of awesome beauty,Well, as soon as we get over our cancer duties,Maybe a morning Dr.’s appointment or an after-breakfast chemo barf,Ha-ha, I know it's not funny, but it can happen if you over scarf,
What I'm trying to say is, we're not, all about cancer,Cancer isn't who I am, I know that I'm Lance “Whatever” Lancer,Ha-ha, I just made up that, “Whatever”, nickname,I think I like it, it fits the way I play the cancer game,
“Whatever”, I say; when they tell me the infusion shot will be a “little poke”,I know that shots are part of the game and that cancer is no joke,“Whatever”, I say; when they tell me I'll be tummy sick,The good goes in, the bad goes out, “whatever”, on to the next healing trick,
“Whatever”, I think, and give out winks to friends and family, who worry too much,It is part of the game, worrying is lame, let's focus on positive such and such,Such as school and sports and fun things of all sorts,Myself, I like golf and books, with stories of fighting swords,
Mostly though, I love to write, for you, to see us through the cancer fight,“Arrg”, no, I'm not a pirate, I'm mad that I didn't get this page right,My point was, don't dwell on cancer all day, but I used the C word 6 times!That's it, no more for the rest of this rhyme,
I see you all out there, when I close my eyes,I understand your bad days, when you're full of sad sighs,All we can do is try our best, as we make it through this, um, cancer test,Arrg! I wrote the word again! Whatever, I suppose it's time to rest.
Hey-hey, another great day full of awesome beauty,Well, as soon as we get over our cancer duties,Maybe a morning Dr.’s appointment or an after-breakfast chemo barf,Ha-ha, I know it's not funny, but it can happen if you over scarf,
What I'm trying to say is, we're not, all about cancer,Cancer isn't who I am, I know that I'm Lance “Whatever” Lancer,Ha-ha, I just made up that, “Whatever”, nickname,I think I like it, it fits the way I play the cancer game,
“Whatever”, I say; when they tell me the infusion shot will be a “little poke”,I know that shots are part of the game and that cancer is no joke,“Whatever”, I say; when they tell me I'll be tummy sick,The good goes in, the bad goes out, “whatever”, on to the next healing trick,
“Whatever”, I think, and give out winks to friends and family, who worry too much,It is part of the game, worrying is lame, let's focus on positive such and such,Such as school and sports and fun things of all sorts,Myself, I like golf and books, with stories of fighting swords,
Mostly though, I love to write, for you, to see us through the cancer fight,“Arrg”, no, I'm not a pirate, I'm mad that I didn't get this page right,My point was, don't dwell on cancer all day, but I used the C word 6 times!That's it, no more for the rest of this rhyme,
I see you all out there, when I close my eyes,I understand your bad days, when you're full of sad sighs,All we can do is try our best, as we make it through this, um, cancer test,Arrg! I wrote the word again! Whatever, I suppose it's time to rest.
LANCE LANCER #11
Hey, hey, I'm in the chemotherapy chair today,If you've been in the chair, than you're aware, that it's the best way,It's the best way to let the healing juice in,It's the best way to fight cancer and win,
At least the chair is comfy, and the nurses are always nice,They listen to my questions, I rarely have to ask twice,I like to read in the chair, or take a cat nap,How cool would it be, if they offered a real kitty cat for our laps?
I know, I know, when you think of the chemo chair, you think of the shot,We think about the pokey needle, how could we not?So let's discuss that for a few lines,Most of us get shots dozens of times,
Nobody enjoys a shot, not even dads or moms,We all would rather run away, as though we're dodging water balloon bombs,The truth is, the shot only hurts for a second or two,The truth is, we hurt worse all of the time, from the regular things we do,
We do fall down and scrape our knees,We do suffer pain, when we climb bark covered trees,We all get hurt, you know, like, every single day,So I say, the chemo shots aren't fun, but they're actually not so bad, okay,
The shots help us heal, so we must brave them out,And you and I are extra brave, of that I have no doubt,My point here is, you shouldn't over worry,The shots will come and go in a hurry.
Hey, hey, I'm in the chemotherapy chair today,If you've been in the chair, than you're aware, that it's the best way,It's the best way to let the healing juice in,It's the best way to fight cancer and win,
At least the chair is comfy, and the nurses are always nice,They listen to my questions, I rarely have to ask twice,I like to read in the chair, or take a cat nap,How cool would it be, if they offered a real kitty cat for our laps?
I know, I know, when you think of the chemo chair, you think of the shot,We think about the pokey needle, how could we not?So let's discuss that for a few lines,Most of us get shots dozens of times,
Nobody enjoys a shot, not even dads or moms,We all would rather run away, as though we're dodging water balloon bombs,The truth is, the shot only hurts for a second or two,The truth is, we hurt worse all of the time, from the regular things we do,
We do fall down and scrape our knees,We do suffer pain, when we climb bark covered trees,We all get hurt, you know, like, every single day,So I say, the chemo shots aren't fun, but they're actually not so bad, okay,
The shots help us heal, so we must brave them out,And you and I are extra brave, of that I have no doubt,My point here is, you shouldn't over worry,The shots will come and go in a hurry.
LANCE LANCER #12
Hey, hey, I wish you could hold my hands today,Because I can't keep them off of my bald head, okay?My smooth scalp feels so very, very nice,If I rub it once, I must rub-rub it twice,
Sometimes I can't stop, so I rub it all around,I rub too hard, then I get dizzy, and fall to the laughing ground,It feels so good, I just can't resist,So when other kids worry, about losing their hair, it makes my face do twists,
My face twists up, because I don't understand the worry,What's the rush, to replace old hair in a hurry?I know, I know, new bald, is hard to get used to at first,But I love my bald head, now days, I wonder if having hair is the worst,
The shampoo in your eyes, the pain from being brushed and such,A place for bugs and gum and pulling, hair's really all too much,The bad thing is, our bald heads make some other people sad,Maybe they should rub our head, like this, oh yeah, oh no, somebody stop me before I go mad,
For bald boys, it's a new place to roll your racing toys,For bald girls, new hats, to match your earrings and pearls, what joy,Hair or no hair; either way is cool and fair,Some people with hair choose to shave and go bare, so who really cares?
What I care about, is having fun,So I'm glad this, hair or no hair poem, is almost done,Because suddenly, I'm wondering what's for yummy dinner,I plan to eat well, it's not healthy to get too much thinner.
Hey, hey, I wish you could hold my hands today,Because I can't keep them off of my bald head, okay?My smooth scalp feels so very, very nice,If I rub it once, I must rub-rub it twice,
Sometimes I can't stop, so I rub it all around,I rub too hard, then I get dizzy, and fall to the laughing ground,It feels so good, I just can't resist,So when other kids worry, about losing their hair, it makes my face do twists,
My face twists up, because I don't understand the worry,What's the rush, to replace old hair in a hurry?I know, I know, new bald, is hard to get used to at first,But I love my bald head, now days, I wonder if having hair is the worst,
The shampoo in your eyes, the pain from being brushed and such,A place for bugs and gum and pulling, hair's really all too much,The bad thing is, our bald heads make some other people sad,Maybe they should rub our head, like this, oh yeah, oh no, somebody stop me before I go mad,
For bald boys, it's a new place to roll your racing toys,For bald girls, new hats, to match your earrings and pearls, what joy,Hair or no hair; either way is cool and fair,Some people with hair choose to shave and go bare, so who really cares?
What I care about, is having fun,So I'm glad this, hair or no hair poem, is almost done,Because suddenly, I'm wondering what's for yummy dinner,I plan to eat well, it's not healthy to get too much thinner.
LANCE LANCER #13
Hey, hey, let's not talk about cancer today,Let's imagine a magic carpet ride, and fly up, up and away,I'd fly my carpet all around, like an invisible roller coaster,I'd fly real low, then spring up high, as though shot from a giant toaster,
High above the earth I'd float,I'd spy ornery goats, and racing motorboats,I'd race the lightning through the clouds, and rainbows too,I wonder what kind things you'd do,
If you had a magic carpet to ride,Maybe you'd swoop in and out with the oceans tide,Perhaps you'd swoop, to In 'n' Out, and get some burgers for your trip,Be sure to get some fries, and then some ketchup for your lip,
I think some of you, might want to land your carpet on a river,Then call to order a pizza, and ask if they deliver,So later, when you're riding rapids, and having fun galore,The pizza-man, can throw your pizza to you from the shore,
That's enough, I have to stop this magic carpet pretending,I made myself hungry, and now I must eat, before this poems oink ending,I'll make a sandwich grand and tall,What kind, you ask, I'll make them all,
I'll make a, peanut butter, meatloaf, ham and cheese,With barbeque sauce, and mustard, and a little pepper, because I like to sneeze,Lettuce, pickles, onions, and fish, oops, now its smells yucky, and it's far too big,I think I'll chop it up, and feed it to a happy pig.
Hey, hey, let's not talk about cancer today,Let's imagine a magic carpet ride, and fly up, up and away,I'd fly my carpet all around, like an invisible roller coaster,I'd fly real low, then spring up high, as though shot from a giant toaster,
High above the earth I'd float,I'd spy ornery goats, and racing motorboats,I'd race the lightning through the clouds, and rainbows too,I wonder what kind things you'd do,
If you had a magic carpet to ride,Maybe you'd swoop in and out with the oceans tide,Perhaps you'd swoop, to In 'n' Out, and get some burgers for your trip,Be sure to get some fries, and then some ketchup for your lip,
I think some of you, might want to land your carpet on a river,Then call to order a pizza, and ask if they deliver,So later, when you're riding rapids, and having fun galore,The pizza-man, can throw your pizza to you from the shore,
That's enough, I have to stop this magic carpet pretending,I made myself hungry, and now I must eat, before this poems oink ending,I'll make a sandwich grand and tall,What kind, you ask, I'll make them all,
I'll make a, peanut butter, meatloaf, ham and cheese,With barbeque sauce, and mustard, and a little pepper, because I like to sneeze,Lettuce, pickles, onions, and fish, oops, now its smells yucky, and it's far too big,I think I'll chop it up, and feed it to a happy pig.
LANCE LANCER #14
Hey, hey, let's talk about helping today,We can help ourselves and others, just by the things we say,What we say to the doctors and nurses helps them know what to do,So I always tell them exactly what I feel, and I feel that you should too,
Our family and friends, worry about us when we're feeling bad,I help them out, by letting them know, that bad does not equal sad,And just because my stomach is tossing and queasy,Doesn't mean that my attitude isn't still awesome and easy,
Anyhow, any who, maybe these tips will help some,Excuse me while I blow this giant bubble with my gum,Oh gosh, oh my, the bubble burst, it's stuck in my eye,It would also be in my hair, if I wasn't a cool bald guy,
Ha-ha, hee-hee, hoo-hoo, oh no, some gum went up my nose, ew,I've never had gum in my nose before, I don't know what to do,Oh, I know, I'll blow a nose bubble,It's working, oops, ew no, it's a booger bubble, and that spells trouble,
Sorry, that got kind of gross,Don't worry, the gums all gone, well, almost,There's still gum in my eyebrows, but I'm going to leave it there,It'll help me looked extra scary, when I give a wicked stare,
I'll go out tonight, in the full moonlight,And scare my friends, for fun, not for spite,On second thought, I'd better wash my face quick,These flies on my eyes are starting to lick!
Hey, hey, let's talk about helping today,We can help ourselves and others, just by the things we say,What we say to the doctors and nurses helps them know what to do,So I always tell them exactly what I feel, and I feel that you should too,
Our family and friends, worry about us when we're feeling bad,I help them out, by letting them know, that bad does not equal sad,And just because my stomach is tossing and queasy,Doesn't mean that my attitude isn't still awesome and easy,
Anyhow, any who, maybe these tips will help some,Excuse me while I blow this giant bubble with my gum,Oh gosh, oh my, the bubble burst, it's stuck in my eye,It would also be in my hair, if I wasn't a cool bald guy,
Ha-ha, hee-hee, hoo-hoo, oh no, some gum went up my nose, ew,I've never had gum in my nose before, I don't know what to do,Oh, I know, I'll blow a nose bubble,It's working, oops, ew no, it's a booger bubble, and that spells trouble,
Sorry, that got kind of gross,Don't worry, the gums all gone, well, almost,There's still gum in my eyebrows, but I'm going to leave it there,It'll help me looked extra scary, when I give a wicked stare,
I'll go out tonight, in the full moonlight,And scare my friends, for fun, not for spite,On second thought, I'd better wash my face quick,These flies on my eyes are starting to lick!
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