a puckish fever
rapes my brow
see the stale sweat mingle
with my limp locks in single
file down my nose now
pale skin so clammy
like a mollusk from the sea
pasty like kindergarten glue
oh this will never do
i must get healthy
my gut gurgles
and grumbles like a beast
it twists and contorts
and makes nasty retorts
when i try to feast
so now i'll lay me
down to bed
and try to drown this unrest
oh i'll do my very best
to rid this sickness from my head
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