Upset Stomach

Last year I gave her my heart,

   the year before that, my liver.

I don’t think it’s making her happy.

   I’ve little else left to give her.

I knew I’d be losing my balls,

   I never did have any guts,

but when she demanded my kidneys and lungs,

   frankly, I thought she was nuts.

The day I gave her my fingers and toes

   my stomach was very upset.

But she took that too, along with my nose,

   and how much worse could it get?

When she left me, a shell of my former self,

   I was glad she was gone.  She was mean!

And although I felt sad and lonely,

   at least I still had my spleen.

***This time it’s not the rough sketch I want to highlight, but the poem. It is one of our favorites and we still have no idea if any of the poetry will be used in the new “Body-Oddies” book. -Marsha

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