I believe that the limerick form can cheer up even the most horrid of subjects. What do you reckon?
Saw your dad, says you’re suffering a spell
raging fever and sweaty as hell
spent all day on the loo
from both ends, as you do
hope you’re soon on the mend and quite well
You’ve a rash and the pustules are welling
and a discharge that’s green and now smelling
Maybe go see a nurse
‘fore it gets any worse
could explode if it carries on swelling
Want to read more of my stuff? No. Don’t blame you, no offence taken.