Challenge
A poem about being sick. Pick an illness, any illness.
Epilepsy
I did not ask for this Iʼm quite sure
But here it is and so am I, so demure.
Then almost without a warning,
In a store, a restaurant, or someplace
charming,
My body starts to shake.
I just pray a mess I donʼt make!
The tremors they shimmy
and then I really shake
But it ainʼt so funny cause this ainʼt no
Shake n bake y'all!
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