There's a nasty bug going around,
that has me staying put within.
I wonder around the kitchen
and I see the frig with a grin.
So, let's see.
I may be stuck in the boat all day,
and maybe even for weeks.
I'll just stuff myself with things I make,
and let's start off with the cake!
I turn on the tube and trouble is what I see,
as I grab the knife and cut myself a huge second piece.
I make myself a ham and cheese,
with mustard on toasted rye.
With shortages all over the place,
Oooo that reminds me, I forgot about the pie.
Whipped cream on top with a cherry and a smile,
as I sit and wait this virus out, I'll do it all in style.
Then, on the frig door are those pickle eggs I love,
with a can of sardines, some spicy kielbasa, all on a cracker or a bun.
An there's the marshmallow fluff and the peanut butter,
with two slices of bread would make it even better.
Oh, and there's the eggnog behind the pickles,
and the last of the ginger ale, it makes my nose tickle.
There's only one hot dog left, and a bun that's all alone,
and leftovers of St Patrick's Day and Mrs. O'Connor's Irish Scones.
An then I'm feel'n a little queasy,,,, and not looking to good,
So I head off to the ER, as I know I should.
A doctor asks how I feel as I sign some papers and wait,
I tell him that I don't have the bug,
I think it's something I ate!