CATASTROPHES

The Sounds of Puking

Sung to the tune of "The Sounds of Silence"

Hello puker, my old friend
You're ralphing up on me again
And as your body writhes with waves of pain
I see the carpet has another stain
And as you stare at me across a pile of steaming hair
Without a care
Heaving with the sounds of puking.....

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand hairballs, maybe more
Small loads of cat food piled stories high
And as I gaze I heave a heavy sigh
Cause with my foot I sense a warm but familiar feel
From toe to heel
I'm standing in the mounds of puking....

Copyright © Dee
July 26, 2000

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