Chemo poet

On a jauntier note, a week or so ago I sent an email to friends about having the chemo port installed. But my fingers failed me and Autocorrect didn't find anything wrong when I typed "chemo poet." A good friend in Seattle, who just had a cardiac catheter installed, leaped in to act as the rectal cancer/cardiac poet:

There is no modesty in chemo

Which heals the most private parts

And requires us to talk about

Our poop, our pee and farts.

It's the same with cardiac surgeons

You’d think they’d have heart

But their true goal, as you may know

Is to take us all apart.