The Stomach Storm: A Children’s Poem

On By Anna EastlandIn Poetry

‘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.

 

8 thoughts on “The Stomach Storm: A Children’s Poem”

    1. No, I’m fine…was just up with little ones who weren’t feeling well. Only one threw up so far, and others just have a headache and sore throat.
      Thanks for the encouragement though! 🙂
      Anna

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