‘Cause writing a silly poem is the best response to 2 am tummy bugs…
Upon the arrival of the Stomach Storm
and lest we climb Mt. Doom,
we attacked the land with broom in hand
and Lysol weapons, too.
We sailed the sea of Bubble Bath
and towel-clad began
the ascent of Mt. Laundry,
at it’s highest since the world began.
We prepared to imbibe
that blessed drink,
elixir for the storm,
’tis called Ginger Ale
I think, in its sparkly form.
And slowly sunny skies appeared
o’er the land of Tummy,
the noxious gases disappeared
and soon again our suppers will be yummy.