Tuesday, July 6, 2010

they're back

Migranes, oh migranes I hate you, you stink.
I wish I could wash you away in the sink.
If only a bomb would explode you to bits,
migranes oh migranes you're giving me fits.

I'd rather take baths with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion alone in the dark.
Eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the migraines my body assigns.

Migraines oh migraines YOU'RE LAST ON MY LIST.
I simply don't see why you even exist.
If you'd just disappear it would tickle me pink.
Migraines oh migraines I hate you, you stink.

- My personal adapted version
of Shel Silverstein's poem,
I Hate Homework


  1. oh so sorry! I am impressed however of your parody poetry skills even during the pain of a migraine. I hope you find some relief!

  2. ha! thanks! all I did, though, was replace the word 'homework' with 'migraine'. I know you understand that not much else can be done when you want to die (um...have a migraine, that is)!

  3. Anonymous7/06/2010

    You are my hero. I'm sorry for your migraines but LOVED the poem, perhaps I shall use it as inspiration one of these days...


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