Miss Petunia Visits

I don’t feel good, this sickness

came on abrupt and sneaky.

First, there was this little bump

inconsequential stumpy

lump that overnight blossomed. Second,

I blame Miss Petunia Pain, queen

of fever and just plain mean.

Miss Petunia, I asked

how come you snuck up on me

dreaming of lucky birds and ducky bogs,

how come you seized my little dumpy bump

and started gnawing and pawing?

Miss Petunia smiled

and said, I am always just around the corner, silly.

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