I'm sick of being sick!
Been up and down all night.
No-one here to comfort me
Or ease this dreadful plight.
Vomiting is something
We all can recognise
One of life's unpleasant spells
The one I sure despise!
All the heaving and the wretching
The acid and the pain
My stomach feels on fire
I begin to feel the strain.
Back to bed I go gladly
Perhaps that was the last?
But before long I am darting
To reach the bathroom fast!
Tiny bits of carrot, potatoes
and some ham
Flee from my mouth in terror
Like the blooming fire alarm!
Just like a rollercoaster or a
yankee water-slide
I heave and spew relentlessly
Till there's nothing left inside.
Oh Lord, I feel so awful
All I want is sleep,
Will that be the last time?
Any more and I shall weep.
Feeling much more settled
Tucked in and more secure
That MUST have been the last time
Of that , I feel real sure.
I drift into a nice deep sleep
In my lovely warm bedroom
When SUDDENLY and FEARFULLY
I'm grasped by the sense of DOOM!
It's coming fast
Up to my throat
I try to swallow hard
I leap up from my cosy bed
Burning and trembling like mad.
Another bucketload of sick
Deposited in haste
Atleast the one consolation maybe
It's trimming down my waist.
Under the covers once again
I pray that it's the last
I really feel much better now
The sickness must..............
