Sunday, July 12, 2015


               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.