Jack And The Giant Headsplitter

Wherefore doth mine head hurt so? Pain und schmerz, ein und das gleich. I am having trouble thinking as the words pour forth. Please enjoy the poem friends, I hope it more enjoyable to read than to feel.

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Headache

Pass, pass, pass the test.

Look around and find no rest.

Surely there into the pot,

there it goes,

the lemon zest.

My head so round,

it pounds again.

I find no time

and can’t tell when.

Bleed again into the sea,

lining the ballast I can see,

my life again it flashes there.

If only now I had some tea.

Fe fi fo fum,

drown your sorrows in some rum.

It feels though the giant stomps upon my rigid skull

as beanstalks grow in through my ears.

Car is stopped.

I’m out of gas.