E-coli
When I think upon my life
I think of sickness and of strife
Of troubles bourne, of illness beat
As I struggle to my feet.
For today I don’t fell well
My body is in total hell
From head to foot I’m racked with pain
I think I may be sick again
And I was thinking by the by,
of Escherichia Coli
A bug that sits within your tum
And exits fiercely from your bum,
A bug so strong, it makes you weak,
Ejecting all you like to eat
I think that I may have it now
As I recall that chicken chow
Mein, that I did eat last night
I thought that Chinese looked alright
But viewing through my drunken eyes
May have blurred my sharp insight
And now in hindsight, I do see
What foolishness has done for me.
You must excuse me if I’m short
I’m feeling rather out of sorts
I feel the need to be alone
Just me and toilet (handles crome)
To suffer in this present mood
For my dodgy taste in food