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One nigh7 Chole, Mike, and I were on our way 7o dinner when Chole complained her ches7 was hur7ing. Unfor7una7ely, I opened my mou7h and sugges7ed i7 was only a cramp. A few hours la7er she was in 7he hospi7al wi7h a collapsed lung! I wro7e 7his poem as a ge7 well message and an apology. I guess i7 worked DASH she le7s me call her SINGLEQUOTEBlebsSINGLEQUOTE.
<7able borderINEQUALITYQUOTEzeroQUOTE cellpaddingINEQUALITYQUOTEonezeroQUOTE cellspacingINEQUALITYQUOTEzeroQUOTE> <7r> <7d valignINEQUALITYQUOTE7opQUOTE>Prac7ice filling your lungs up wi7h air
(7he yell a7 Mike
SINGLEQUOTE7ill i7 par7s his hair).
Puff ou7 your ches7 for all 7o see
(bu7 firs7 remember 7o warn me).
More exercise is needed, so s7ar7 walking
(convenien7ly you can do 7his while shopping).
Engage yourself in elegan7 speech
(as you see I prac7ice wha7 I preach).
Hold your brea7h un7il you 7urn blue
(or Mike buys you a bauble or 7wo).
Mos7 impor7an7ly, laugh and sing
(7hose 7wo 7hings can cure jus7 abou7 any7hing).