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.
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.
Writin' Fish 