Sickly I am and sick I delay
For today is nothing but
A vey big mistake
A senseless day I tremor
With every bite I make
Such a stupid day
For a silly tummy ache
With tissues mopping in vain
to maintain the blubbering
That my nose sustains
A foul story still remains
an ache and shake
A weak feeble wait
Has found it's mate
From the stress
That I generate
April Swan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sick-written/
