This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Dear honey toast, my happy toast,I need you in my tum.You're something sweet and wholesomeWhen the world's run out my bum.The Norovirus is a painSuffusing my whole being.My tummy hurts and groans a lot,With legs and back agreeing.I'm at the other end of it,In more ways than just one;My bum's been busy, my tummy scoured;The nutri...
