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Dyspeptic.

In the beginning the illness wasn't so bad,

I was likely to recover on my own.

But as my relatives, in herds,

assumed to show their caring -

I began to have stomach troubles.

I lost some pounds. -

Now I absorbed salt from Carlsbad en masse,

guzzled baking soda and seltzer like a fool,

drank castor oil from a saucer -

and my gastric flu was finished!

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In this most dire of episodes

I managed, naturally, to have everything go amiss:
I consulted various doctors,

and they all had various methods:

The first had a healing goal

He prescribed me a pink medicine:

The medicine gradually went away,

The gastric flu - that stayed.

The second examined my tongue and pharynx,

Felt my pulse and announced sophisticatedly:

"I declare you completely healthy,

But - come again tomorrow!"