I’m feeling rather delicate;
perhaps it’s something that I ate.
My stomach’s complains bitterly
It churns and churns incessantly.
I’m feeling bloated full of gas,
the pressure builds but will no pass.
It is becoming serious
I’m feeling really nauseous.
Then suddenly I feel the urge
a desperate need to go and purge.
I go and sit upon the throne.
Ah. Such relief I’ve never known.
I get but little sympathy.
My wife declares that I should be
aware of my capacity.
That too much beer is bad for me.
She might be right I must admit
which does not mean I must like it.
I rather have some sympathy.
Perhaps a nice hot cup of tea.
Thanks Ivor! Next beer you drink make it Bud Lite! Then i think you'll be alright! ! *10*! ! Friend - Thad
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice write and I agree with Thad try the Bud Light works for me. Best Regards, Michael S.