Under the Weather
I’m feeling under the weather.
I’m down in the bottomless dumps.
I’m sick as a squawking green parrot
covered in polka dot lumps.
My tummy feels dreadfully crummy.
I’m taking a turn for the worse.
I’m going downhill so fast
It’s too late for the doctor or nurse.
But … if you’re telling me there’s pizza
for dinner at half past five,
Well, I’m sure I’ve turned the corner.
I’ve never felt so alive!
I’m down in the bottomless dumps.
I’m sick as a squawking green parrot
covered in polka dot lumps.
My tummy feels dreadfully crummy.
I’m taking a turn for the worse.
I’m going downhill so fast
It’s too late for the doctor or nurse.
But … if you’re telling me there’s pizza
for dinner at half past five,
Well, I’m sure I’ve turned the corner.
I’ve never felt so alive!
This poem is copyright (©) Andy Nuttall 2024
About the Writer
Andy Nuttall
Andy grew up in East Lancashire. He lives in the North-East of England where he works in social care. He has a children's poem currently published in Spellbinder Quarterly and has adult work showcased on the Iambapoet platform (Wave Six) curated by the poet Mark Antony Owen. He has appeared in Acumen Journal last year.
