.5. I Feel Sick Poem by David Threadgold

Waking from my slumbers
Why did I feel so rough?
I must have had a drink last night
And must have had enough

My head is really pounding
Not feeling very grand
My socks and shoes are round my neck
My mouth is full of sand

The flotsam and the seaweed
We’re washing up my pants
Something bit a vital part
I think it must have ants

My shirt somehow was missing
A rock had been my pillow
The cockle-shells stuck on my back
Like a human armadillo

A little boy was poking me
With sharp long handled stick
This brought me to my senses
And I rushed off to be sick


© 2008 David Threadgold
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