Monday - Morning Sickness
My feet, they hurt
My nerves are shot
First I'm cold
Then I'm hot
My head, it aches
It throbs my eyes
Oh how I wish
That I would die!
My arm is bruised
My leg, it hurts
I think I should
Refrain from work
I wish these pains
Would go away
Oh! - I forgot
It's SATURDAY
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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