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Bruce, Caroline

Headaches

Once upon a morning dreary,
Body aching, mind so bleary,
Loath to make my feet descend onto my bedroom floor,
My head is really aching,
And some pills I should be taking,
But I think, no need, the ache will soon be gone forevermore.

And so I don my clothing,
And my headache I'm stil loathing,
Did I drink too much last night - oh, the proverbial "night before"?
But no, that can't be it,
Because I don't drink, not a bit!
So that cannot be the reason that my head's so very sore!

I stumble down twelve flights of stairs,
My heart free of all woes or cares,
My head reminding me that all's not perfect as before,
For the pain is really stabbing,
And my temples I am grabbing,
I feel like a dead fish that has been washed up on the shore.

At work I can't give in
To the agony I'm in,
My volunteer I cannot with my headache stories bore,
For no one wants to hear it:
Give your head a shake, Bruce, clear it!
For time will soon you to your normal happy self restore.

Well, my headache's finally gone,
And so I can now move on
To the day and all the things that in it for me are in store,
If you did not like this tale,
Found it just a little stale,
Ignore this LJ entry, then, for now, and evermore.

Comments

(Anonymous)

LOL! OH I love poetry! I have been known to send it to some of the staff on ACBRI. I sent one to Steve M. once that had him rolling on the floor. Keep it up!