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Nov 2012
Sitting in a chair counting spots that passed before my eyes.
The insect smiled and said "hold still" i missed one.
They swirl this way and that.
dont move    Please. be still.

Not an  easy task
a fever of 104.2
could you.                  I think that I shall never see
                                    a poem lovely as a tree.

Sitting on my blanketed chest
The insect did his best to sing me a lullaby.
his breath was horrendous but he meant well.

He stroked my burning cheek and
changed the cool washcloth regularly
on my aching head.
Then turned my pillow to the cool side again.
There my friend.

He scuttled under with me and snuggled
his hairy legs were itchy and rough.
small price to pay.
eh wot.

Oh yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today.

Captain if we keep pushing her like this
she's gonna blow.

We regret to inform you that
the price of tea in China is now
High as gas in California.

Chicken broth he brought  
with a silver spoon to boot
The insect waited patiently
as I swallowed then spooned
the next load in.

"Here let me wipe you chin."

Ladies  and gentlemen and all ships at see
The Hindenburg has landed
oh the humanity.

This is not the end
No not the beginning of the end.
But more, the end of the beginning.

Help me up Mr Checks. I think I gotta ***.
Oops forgot to raise the lid.
Mr Checks. Can you have room service come up.
we need more Trowels. Uh towels.

Stop hogging the remote.   Where's mom
                                              Have you seen my Teddy with one eye missing.

To bed to bed
You sleepy head .

Tarry a while said slow.
Put the *** said greedy glut
Lets stuff before we go .

Mr  Checks.
All hands on deck.
We dont have enough lifeboats sir.
The iceberg is  sky blue and beautiful dont you agree.

What do you do with a drunken sailor
early in the morning.
                                                               Heave ** and up she rises
                                                               Early in the morning.


THIS FEVERISH DREAM TO BE CONTINUED.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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