My apologies go out to readers, the writer of the prayer on which this horrible little ditty is based, and my dog Doug who has had to put up with my attitude during this rather lengthy convalescence. Ivy
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
I’ll say “ABOUT TIME!” for goodness sake.
I’ve had it with the heaving gut,
I’m done with all the disgusting stuff,
That seems to go along with this
little bout of gastric bliss.
So God, if you choose to take me now
I promise you my final vow
I will not bitch “it is too soon!”
or beg to let me be immune.
I’ll come along most willingly,
I can do it just wait and see.
Ok just kidding , but if you see fit
Feel free to end all this flu… stuff.