Gaseous Anomaly

When the flu hits, it's wicked.

Gaseous Anomaly

 

 

You feel extremely fantastic,

Contented and full of grace,

Laughter has your medicine,

Idolizing a smile-happy face.

 

The gaseous anomaly hides,

Schemes unwelcome inside,

You’d run super-bunny fast,

Denied you are shanghaied.

 

Was it my restaurant dinner?

Could it be the stomach flu?

Annoying train-cars arrived,

And swiftly pushed through.

 

Your face turned pale-green,

Detecting a bossy rim wind,

You expel an entrails shriek,

Daft progress won’t rescind.

 

Noisy gurgling is abnormal,

There’s gut-pressure below,

An airy evident disturbance,

Is toting a horrendous salvo.

 

Once the gizzard’s untamed,

Weird gassy emissions flow.

Maybe you’d get that notice,

Or a stink-valve just blows?

 

If you cannot grip-on tightly,

You’d embarrass of the loss,

Cringing at your next duties,

You unwilling had embossed.

 

You’re face-palming the pain,

With its nonexistent forecast,

Not warning you the fuse-lit,

In a looming rocketing-blast.

 

Sometimes it would worsen,

Sputtering a cranky volcano,

Unleashing a salvage f-five,

Continuous chafing tornado.

 

If you can’t manage a surge,

Let a throne be a fine friend,

Screening brings us danger,

Wishing only air will ascend.

 

You can try ably to conceal,

Friends then look in wonder,

Say your doctor could mine,

That ore-vain called thunder.

 

When in orbit around Uranus,

Down charcoal for your cure,

Your hubbub shall conclude,

The innards-spasms manure.

 

Don’t be that quacking-duck,

Securing nose-held rejection,

Or the foolish running squad,

In the crappy-pants reflection.

  

 

March-20-2013 by Quilled_Penman©Glen King

Reviews

[Soleil RunningWild]

Did you write this when you were sick? Lol
Well done.

[Quilled_Penman]

Haha Thanks love! Yes, I was very ill. ;O****

[Soleil RunningWild]

aww. I am glad you are better.