I woke up at four
And had to bolt to the door
Of the bathroom or else I felt I'd be sick.
So I sat on the floor
Of the bathroom till five
Pestering my friend
Till my eyes fried.
The next morning I woke up
And ventured upstairs
Feeling queasy but otherwise no worse for wear.
I ate my cereal
With milk like usual
And then promptly had to throw it all up.
So I wrote you a song
Of the top of my head
To avoid doing a blog post instead.
But here I'll end this dumb song
And let you skip along
Because I need to drink some more Gatorade.
(By the way, this post is dedicated to Eva. Don't know why I didn't write that earler...)