Humph!

Most of my work is inspired by how I feel when I write it. This is how I currently feel.

Oh what a day!
How shall I say,
I feel like poo.

My stomach was churning
At five in the morning.
So off to the bathroom I flew.

Now here I abide,
All cooped up inside
With nothing exciting to do.

My plans are no longer had,
Which just makes me mad
As I write this poem for you.

This is a bore.
I'm not sick anymore!
I need to do something new.

But I must stay.
In bed I lay,
As I pout and stew.

Oh what a day!
How shall I say,
I feel like poo.

E.E.G.