Hick-Ups - Poem by David Darbyshire
hold for 10 min.
Turn your head
to the left and count to a 100.
Drink a glass of water
from the outer Rim.
Maybe I have so many Hick-up's
Inside me, wait for the last One?
Blow up a paper bag, 'Bang'
Someone try's to scare! ! ! .
It out of You....
I got the Hick-Ups
What to Do?
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