Appendicitis

Have you got the new disorder?

If you haven’t ’tis in order

To succumb to it at once without delay.

It is called appendicitis.

Very different from gastritis.

Or the common trash diseases of the day.

It creates a happy frolic,

Something like the winter colic,

That has often jarred our inner organs some.

Only wrestles with the wealthy,

And the otherwise most healthy.

Having got it, then your nigh to kingdom come.

Midway aown in your intestine,

Its interstices infestin’.

Is a little alley, blind and dark as night;

Leading off to simply nowhere.

Catching all stray things that go there;

As a pocket it is simply out of sight.

It is prone to stop and grapple

With the seed ot grape or apple,

Or a soldier button swallowed with your pie.

Having levied on these chattels,

Then begin internal battles,

That are apt to end in mansions in the sky.

Once located, never doubt it,

You would never be without it;

It’s a fad among society that’s gay;

Old heart failure and paresis

Have decamped and gone to pieces,

And dyspepsia has fallen by the way.

Then stand back there diabetes.

For here comes appendicitis,

With a brood of minor troubles on the wing;

So, vermiform, here’s hoping

You’ll withstand all drastic doping,

And earn the appellation, ” Uncrowned King.”

By: Anonymous