For years my tummy felt splendid-
But from bad water, it up-ended.
I spent a week in bed;
I thought I was dead.
Amoebas have come, and I’m bested.
Still I can really eat nothing.
Broth is no longer enticing.
I’m still in my bed.
So bored I feel dead.
All I really want is some ice cream!!!
an original limerick by Ashley Keller (who is operating under the influence of bowel-enforced house arrest)