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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Comments (4)
  • Jenilia12 on Feb 5, 2010

    good writing…

  • 8Shei8 on Feb 5, 2010

    Please tell your lovely wife I need a massage on my head too :) Fun read.

  • Darla Cooke on Feb 6, 2010

    Nice poem!

  • David De Jesus on Feb 6, 2010

    Nicely put. Amusing

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