I’m vexed by violence and distraught,
My innards wound up in a knot.
The flu shot may have been a dud.
It failed to nip this in the bud.
Could it be something that I ate
That bids me to regurgitate?
I know it’s not polite to say
When food must go the upward way.
Tomorrow I must go to town.
I’ll try to keep my breakfast down.
‘Tis true I’d hoped some pounds to pare,
But not by earth-bound mal de mer.
c2015 by Linda Ann
Nickerson
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