Poem about a man with a pounding headache.
My head feels like it is going to explode.
Pounding headache,
I need relief.
Can’t you feel my grief?
Knock, knock who’s there?
My head.
My head who?
I already told you.
My head is pounding.
Can’t sleep.
Pills won’t help.
And when I’m about to give up,
I start to feel better.
Nothing gives me more relief
Than a massage on my head
From my dear wife Heather.
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