Oi, yes, I'm talking to you, stomach!
I know you are my second brain
But would you be kind enough to be quiet,
I'd like to think in peace, for goodness sake.
No need to have a tantrum, bloat yourself
And be such a pain, in order to catch my attention,
You've got it, may I say.
Already the potions are lined up
On my bedside table waiting for their turn
To be useful. Good, the threat is working
And you've pacified, a short nap
Will suffice to restore our relation
And forget all this nonsense.
L. C. Bailliet copyright
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