I’m feeling rather delicate; br perhaps it’s something that I ate. br My stomach’s complains bitterly br It churns and churns incessantly. br br I’m feeling bloated full of gas, br the pressure builds but will no pass. br It is becoming serious br I’m feeling really nauseous. br br Then suddenly I feel the urge br a desperate need to go and purge. br I go and sit upon the throne. br Ah. Such relief I’ve never known. br br I get but little sympathy. br My wife declares that I should be br aware of my capacity. br That too much beer is bad for me. br br She might be right I must admit br which does not mean I must like it. br I rather have some sympathy. br Perhaps a nice hot cup of tea.br br ivor or ivor.