Fever’s Not A Good Thing

       Fever’s Not A Good Thing

I was touched by a fever of unknown source.

I was really hot and sweaty, of course.

Yet, I wasn’t sick. I felt better than ever.

I have felt this way since I met Heather.

Maybe she’s a carrier or something like that.

When I’m near her I can’t talk for crap.

Oh lordy, this can’t be happening to me.

I feel like something is crawling on  me.

I’m just a hunk of burning love for sure.

I’m really worried there may not be a cure.

I haven’t a clue if she feels the same.

I don’t even know if she remembers my name.

The way I’ve been acting,— like a clown.

She doesn’t smile, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even look around.

I just don’t know what else to do.

She needs to know a clown has feelings too.

I have to come up with a better scheme.

Or else I’ll be forced to split the scene.

 

A year has come & gone & I think I’m cured.

Heather is now mine, no matter how weird.

Only problem is she’s a PITA* most of the time.

Why in the world did I want her to be mine?

Now she is stuck on me like glue.

I really don’t know what I can do.

To hurt her feelings just wouldn’t be right.

I toss and turn worrying all through the night.

Fever isn’t always a good thing, as you can see.

Now I don’t see any way I can be free.

The answer is there. It’s just out of sight.

Though I may try with all of my might.

Then the idea hit me. There is my brother.

He is looking to hook up with another.

I wouldn’t wish her on anyone else.

But, my brother is an exception. He will belch.

He always does and it’s so crude.

He will be perfect for her mood.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

*PITA is: Pain in the ass.

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