Plymouth Fever

My eyeballs are itchy
My stomach is off
My throat has grown scritchy
I’ve also a cough

I don’t mind revealing
A deal of bad feeling
Twixt vision and me

I’m rash wrist to elbow
I’ve hives on my shins
And my buttocks as well (though
I don’t show my friends)

The flesh on my philtrum’s
Rubbed raw from wiped snot
Are May flowers welcome?
Ah-choo! No, they’re not.


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