The Bug

by Robert Meuser   Jul 2, 2008


The “Bug”

Last night I got a touch of influenza.
I tossed my cookies all over my new cadenza.

The stuff was all chunky, kind of a yellowish green.
It was the ugliest mess I have ever seen.

My head was all achy and my muscles were sore.
I knelt by the potty on the bathroom floor.

Again and again my lunch I tossed.
I brushed my teeth and then I flossed.

When that was over, I thought I was through.
I was unprepared for Influenza stage two.

Pop pop, gurgle gurgle, then one lonely fart,
I knew this episode was soon to start.

WOOSH, out it came, and I felt much better.
It looked like enough, to fill a manure spreader.

The fumes were so bad, it was beyond belief.
I feared if I smiled, it would stain my teeth.

I climbed in bed and got all comfy and snug.
Thankfully I was over the twenty four hour bug.

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