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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Poem 340: Stomach Ache

My stomach's trying to talk to me
it's speaking rather loud
I didn't understood its voice
until it shouted out
"feed me!" it said, and then it cried 
"give me something to drink!"
But even once this chore was done
the talking didn't cease

Yelling and shouting, turning flips
it moved and wouldn't stop
it twisted turned and talked again
but this time just said "ouch"
I fed you little tummy
I watered you up well
but still you are not feeling good
I think I'll just lay down

Upon my side I rested you
I slept to let you heal
but you chose to keep talking loud
growling you didn't still
what do you need, what can I do 
to make you feel alright
maybe a bowl of sweet ice cream
will help conclude this fight!




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