If I had been able to write this yesterday evening as planned, it would have looked like this.
I’m feeling kind of sick.
To much rich food and drink?
My gut begins to squeeze
And spasm and I groan
Perhaps a drink of water
Will put me right again.
It’s happening again!
I’m going to be sick!
I bring up all the water
Still cold, that I was drink-
Ing. Pitifully groan,
As foetally I squeeze
Myself. My body squeeze-
S it all out again
I sweat and moan and groan
And now I can’t be sick!
Dry heaving, so I drink
Another cup of water
Why can’t I keep down water?
Why must my body squeeze
Out everything I drink?
What has it got to gain?
What’s making me so sick?
Oh, here we go! I groan.
It’s difficult to groan
When foetid, gooey water
Is rushing out. I’m sick
Of this. I try to squeeze
Myself, feel good again
And take another drink.
All I can do is drink
More water with a groan
I don’t think I’ll be gain-
Ing weight, just drinking water.
And waiting till it squeeze-
S out. I hate being sick!
Again I try to drink.
But feeling sick, I groan.
And out the water squeezes.
Tom Juniper Poetry 