When you find you're a broken-down critter, <br />Who is all of a trimmle and twitter, <br />With your palate unpleasantly bitter, <br />As if you'd just bitten a pill - <br />When your legs are as thin as dividers, <br />And you're plagued with unruly insiders, <br />And your spine is all creepy with spiders, <br />And you're highly gamboge in the gill - <br />When you've got a beehive in your head, <br />And a sewing machine in each ear, <br />And you feel that you've eaten your bed, <br />And you've got a bad headache DOWN HERE - <br />When such facts are about, <br />And these symptoms you find <br />In your body or crown - <br />Well, it's time to look out, <br />You may make up your mind <br />You had better lie down! <br /> <br />When your lips are all smeary - like tallow, <br />And your tongue is decidedly yallow, <br />With a pint of warm oil in your swAllow, <br />And a pound of tin-tacks in your chest - <br />When you're down in the mouth with the vapours, <br />And all over your new Morris papers <br />Black-beetles are cutting their capers, <br />And crawly things never at rest - <br />When you doubt if your head is your own, <br />And you jump when an open door slams - <br />Then you've got to a state which is known <br />To the medical world as "jim-jams." <br />If such symptoms you find <br />In your body or head, <br />They're not easy to quell - <br />You may make up your mind <br />You are better in bed, <br />For you're not at all well!<br /><br />William Schwenck Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-sorts/
