Oops, Lame

Sick face

 

Once up on a time, the Wizard of Health proclaimed, “With a wave of my wand, you will fall ill once more.”

“But this would be the third time in as many months,” I replied.  “Can something different than that happen instead?”

“No,” said the wizard.

 

Bene vīvite.

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O Stomach

Sick face
 

O Stomach —
You hate me today.
Did I eat something wrong?
Did I get in your way?

O Stomach —
That’s not very nice.
I’d say knock it off,
If you’d like my advice.

O Stomach —
I’ve got things to do.
I’m not making it up.
I promise it’s true!

O Stomach —
I’ll make you a deal:
You’ll get tasty things
If you don’t make me keel.

 

Bene scribete.