YOU FEEL MY PAIN
Oooh, uuuh, aaah, I ache—
As gas pains in my gut keep me awake
Throughout the night, which nothing will allay,
And now begins another dreary day.
The closest thing to comfort’s to complain:
Since misery loves company, my pain
I’ll freely share with everyone, with you—
Moaning and groaning and making much ado.
Already now, I feel a turn—relief—
May it be lasting and not merely brief;
Yet now I see you grimace as I did—
You see how hard it is to keep pain hid.
I recommend you do as I have done:
Write some contagious couplets and then run.