Well my wonderful mum has got a tumour
Forgive me if I lose my sense of humour
The fear of this has shocked us to the core
All of this worry is such a sodding bore
It's down in the depths of her gullet you see
Food would get stuck, she couldn't eat her tea
So we thought it was wind, just fart get rid
But no it's worse who were we trying to kid
But it can be treated with chemo and stuff
Just preying that it will be enough
She is so kind, beautiful and the best
So cancer be gone you effing pest!
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