An ode to food poisoning

Ode to the food poisoning, that wreaked havoc that reeks;
It summond my insides, and then pinched my cheeks;
Something I ate was surely volatile and gone bad;
Kinda like me, but that began as a lad;
This wind of change began late tuesday night;
I awoke with a start, as my end was in fright;
I ran to the bathroom, like a chicken in a coop;
And proceeded to make up a bowl of bean soup;
For the next twenty four hours, it did ebb and flow;
My stomach, and it's new friend, the toilet bowl;
Not to sound crude, and realy not trying to be crass;
But I've never been so afraid of what may or may not be gas;
I'ts like having a gun with your hand on the trigger;
But which way the barrel points you need to figure;
You must choose wisely, and surely don't guees;
For if you choose wrong, then you'll be in a mess;
But it has subsided, aye, I can now say It's passed;
Forgive me for being honest perhaps graphic without class;
But it was either an ode to a sick donkey, or my ill fated ASS

Hope you feel better soon Ted
Take care all .........

Old Sage

Good morning everyone, am a lot better today, but still very tired (It's an age thing!). I need to get fit for the weekend (Remembrance weekend) which reminds me, a year ago I took part in a TV programme called "In Living Memory", which tells the story of five people who died for their country in various wars and conflicts. Well if you missed it, and would like to see it, it is being repeated on UK TV History programme at 5pm on the 9th of November, my little bit concerns Marine David Wilson, an 18 year old who died in Aden in 1964. Dan Snow does an excellent job of presenting it, and some of the camera work is stunning.
Take care

Evening all.

These days they oversleep quite easily it seems John.

Evening all.

Good afternoon all, enjoy the show Ivan.
Quite sunny here today so far.