Ria Bacon is unwell

For every problem there is a solutionI’m indisposed
I’m out of sorts
I’m laid up, feeling peaky
I feel run down, below par
Laid low, down with a wog

Feeling crook and poorly
A bit seedy and woozy
Moby Dick, currant cakey
I’m wobbly but running a temperature
As sick as a dog but not as a parrot

Ain’t got the trots or the runs
Me Bali belly’s holding steady
Not green but off-colour
No Wallace & Grommit, just iffy
Ain’t been talking to God on the porcelain telephone …

Still …

“Je suis maladeuh! Complèteuhment maladeuh!”
– Serge Lama

8 thoughts on “Ria Bacon is unwell”

Over to you!