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