Seasick

Seasickness, when most acute,
Attacks one’s Will Tree at the root
Till neither prayer seems worth the breath:
Deliverance, or rapid death.

When moaning prostrate on the deck
There’s naught to choose ‘twixt Hell and Heck
But here’s what really crowds my throat:
To feel that ill when there’s no boat!

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One Response to Seasick

  1. Judy says:

    If so…fly away flu!

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