It's like a band of malicious vagabonds is wandering around inside your
body. "Gee, what shall we do today? "Diarrhea diarrhea!" Comes the cry
from
the assembled hooligans. "But first," says their leader, how about a
little
nausea?" A louder cheer goes up, and they start off to do their mischief,
but a small voice pipes up and says, “headache, let’s do a headache”. A
murmur runs through the pack, and the leader says, headache goes without
saying. It’s de rigor.” “Balance.” Cries yet another virus. Let’s make him
stagger like a drunk.” “They begin chanting, “Balance, balance, balance,
until the leader raises his hand and quiets the crowd. If we have time,
we’ll
do balance, but headache diarrhea and nausea is plenty for one day. We’ll
start with balance first thing in the morning. But let’s get started.”
They
tramp off chanting headache diarrhea nausea, headache diarrhea nausea in
cadence with their footfalls.
Suds
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