My Poor Belly!
A sad attempt at poetry follows. I already think it sucks, but there you go. It was written at around 3am last night, between excursions to Chair of Purgatory.
My poor belly!
It grumbles loudly
It makes so much noise
Sometimes I think there's a monster inside
Perhaps I've offended it,
Or not kept it well
Or given it things that make funny smells
At night it moans loudest
And wont let me sleep
But black tea and toast
at mornings are sweet
My poor belly!
It's not very happy
The doctor says it'll take time to get better.
I hope we can be friends
We have been for so long
For I like food
And so does my poor belly...
Sorry... :-(
2 comments:
GET WELL SOON BIG AL!!!
Thanks guys. Getting better now. I popped some pills that were Uranium tipped tummy bug destroyers and they seem to have done the trick. :-)
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