Gallbladder of mine
Will you please
Empty yourself of bile!
I'm utterly fed up
With the sharp pain
You're causing me!
You're under caution
Of surgical removal
So be warned!
What toxic brew
Is my liver delivering
To my poor muddled brain
So that it feels I'm stuck
On an infernal carousel
Causing my stomach
To gurgle and rattle
Like rusted plumbing in
An old English hotel.
I just need a ghost
And the stage
Would be set
For a prefect crime.
If you wish to know
Who ate the last cookie
Laced with arsenic
You might have to ask
Someone else!
From the late
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
(just joking okay)
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