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Ode Numothoratic

One night Chole, Mike, and I were on our way to dinner when Chole complained her chest was hurting. Unfortunately, I opened my mouth and suggested it was only a cramp. A few hours later she was in the hospital with a collapsed lung! I wrote this poem as a get well message and an apology. I guess it worked - she lets me call her 'Blebs'.

Practice filling your lungs up with air
(the yell at Mike 'till it parts his hair).

Puff out your chest for all to see
(but first remember to warn me).

More exercise is needed, so start walking
(conveniently you can do this while shopping).

Engage yourself in elegant speech
(as you see I practice what I preach).

Hold your breath until you turn blue
(or Mike buys you a bauble or two).

Most importantly, laugh and sing
(those two things can cure just about anything).
October 12, 1996

 

 

 

 

 

it pays the bills dept

here is something I hope is doing no evil.

could be worse dept

there could be more of them