Footie Jitters

I don't feel very good today, Can you see it in my eyes? I'm never off the toilet, No! it wasn't all the pies. I have probably caught a bug, You know, the type that's going around. I must have caught it at the football, God! I'm hot, I must cool down. The wife says I must have eaten something, What the hell does she know? All ate was a snack at the match. No way would that cause 'rear end turbulent flow'. The footie was crap, my team lost again. I missed lots of the action, and most of the goals. Ok! I confess I ate a few pies, But only four 'jumbo' sausage rolls. Back to the pies, I must have ate twelve, or mabey just ten. God! I feel a bit hungry, I could eat them again. No! it wasn't the pies and the large sausage rolls. Or six packs of crisps, which I snacked in between. I now know the cause of my sickly demise, It was the worst game of 'footie' that I'd ever seen.