Good Excuses

My head pounds
My back aches
My tongue's raw
My hands shake

My brain is ample
My toes are numb
My heart is broken
My stomach's but a crumb

My nose runs
My ears ring
My arm's billowy
I demand cream

My muscles have throes
I scorched my wrist
The agony doesn't end
Comforts cease to subsist

My throat tickles
My butt throbs
My teeth chatter
Hear my sobs

My nails are blue
My eyes are red
My ankle is sprained
I'm abiding in bed