My tummy bug,
Now on the rug,
Tis funny but it isnt true...
The real ordeal,
Is that my every meal,
With my tummy bug is in the loo.
When all had seemed quiet,
My gut went on riot,
Reminding me of my abuse...
Now flat is my fat,
One could be glad of that,
But my pants have all become loose.
It could have been worse,
This gastrical curse,
Could have left me in my grave...
But lucky for me,
My bug's jamboree,
Only left my tummy concave.
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