Ode to Phazyme

There once was a writer with no life
No victories, no accomplishments, no strife
Who thought she could blog
But got as sick as a dog
And now, she's a grumpy housewife.

The malady that made her kids pukey
has turned into a case of the dookies
on the porcelain throne she sits
cursing these damnable sh*ts
that forces her to play hookey.

Dear ones, our heroine is bad off
Some may laugh, some may scoff
But do not let it be said
that it's all in her head
or she's libel to rip your head off.

~~Becka