The floor

My stomach ached and my rear end was sore
The book did not distract me from the pain
Weak as milk, I crawled across the floor

And there was no other through the door
If I fainted I would rise again
My stomach ached and my rear end was sore.

I grabbed  a book and read the words of Shaw
My nose bled brightly leaving a great stain
Weak as milk, I crawled across the floor

Oh, where was my cat Alfred  with his paws?
He could  sit  and never show disdain
My stomach ached and my rear end was sore

Would I were a worm without a brain
Would the good of humankind were plain
My stomach ached and my rear end was sore
Weak as milk, I cried upon the floor