Poetic Justice; three poems for your indigestion....
Some Little Bug by Roy AtwellIn these days of indigestion
it is often times a question
as to what to eat and what to leave alone.
For each microbe and bacillus
has a different way to kill us
and in time they always claim us for their own!
There are germs of every kind
in any food that you can find
in the market or upon the bill of fare.
Drinking water's just as risky
as the so-called deadly whiskey
and its often a mistake to breathe the air!
The night after Christmas (Anon.)'Twas the night after Christmas and all through the kitchen
Little creatures were stirring up potions bewitching
Salmonellae were working in gravy and soup,
In the hopes they could turn it to poisonous goop!
Clostridia were nestled all snug in the ham,
While Hepatitis A viruses danced in the yam.
Little John with his Gobots and Mary in her cap,
Had just settled down for a long overdue nap.
When down in their guts there arose such a clatter
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
They ran to the bathroom, threw open the door
Too late! Now their mother is cleaning the floor.
Wash your hands before cooking! Put your food away quick!
Or that jolly old food germ we know as Saint Sick
With his eight tiny microbes will ruin the feast
As they make their toxins. He calls out to each beast:
"Now Hepatitis! Now Staph and Perfringens;
We'll punish those humans for holiday binges!
On Botulinum! E. coli! Shigella!
Go get 'em Amoeba! Work fast, Salmonella!
If those humans can't learn to handle food right,
A Merry Christmas they'll have, then a long, sleepless night!"
Cider (Anon.)There was an old lady from Ryde
Who ate 90 apples and died
The apples fermented
Inside the lamented
And made cider inside her insides!
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