Quotes about nauseous
Drives To Tears
Oh happy day, Madame De Pompadour stays
in bed yet again, it's been ages since she saw
the sun, her majesty's presence is required for
celebrations indefinitely deferred until Madame
appears again, the brightest jewel on the velvet
background of our little office universe
Since taking cortisone some time after Monday
she has been nauseous, groggy and nauseous
again today, hearts bleeding in sympathy - so
much pain and suffering in one lifetime, it is
unthinkable, all tremble as they hear the
news, trying to determine
What medical abuse could be the cause of such
long, wasting illness, it sounds like radiation sick-
ness, a malady of heart and soul, though she looks
glamorous and young when she brings a surprise
visit to the office, it is just a ruse, underneath she
is most terribly ill, need's a specialist's skill
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Amazing Audacity (Revised)
Our recalcitrant colleague,
esteemed Mme Pompadour,
solved problem of being at
the office, Monday she said
booked off till today - called,
feels nauseous, can't come
in - why when she's already
arranged to stay away?
Difficult to make up sick leave
on the go, keep track what was
said when, ad hoc improvisation
on the spot - maybe she should
develop ethical standards, more
consistency in stories; we feel so
sorry when her tales go awry
Though I am glad to say that
management seems happy
with whatever she does, making
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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To Stella Visiting Me in My Sickness
Pallas, observing Stella's wit
Was more than for her sex was fit,
And that her beauty, soon or late,
Might breed confusion in the state,
In high concern for human kind,
Fix'd honour in her infant mind.
But (not in wrangling to engage
With such a stupid, vicious age)
If honour I would here define,
It answers faith in things divine.
As natural life the body warms,
And, scholars teach, the soul informs,
So honour animates the whole,
And is the spirit of the soul.
Those numerous virtues which the tribe
Of tedious moralists describe,
And by such various titles call,
True honour comprehends them all.
Let melancholy rule supreme,
Choler preside, or blood, or phlegm,
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poem by Jonathan Swift
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I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
quote by Woody Allen
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The Egocentrics
People are self-centred
to a nauseous degree.
They will keep on about themselves
while I'm explaining me.
poem by Piet Hein
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Life As We See It
A fallen hero
Bleeding wound
Chaotic parade through the halls
Dragon failure
Energy invasion
Daredevil individual
Nauseous
Spaceship beyond the moon
poem by Cake Heart
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As Cold As The Skin Of The Snake...
fear makes us
feel the coldness of the skin
of the snake
but our own warmth
must make us
live life
to the full
despite the cold morning
despite
the indifferent nights
despite
the earth's
nauseous spins
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Like To Dance
i like to dance
early this morning
like a top
whirling whirling
like a top
till i get nauseous
at the end
till i lay flat tired
on the floor
flat footed on the
stairs
from Jamaica
to the world
as they sing it
like love
it will just be love
for my
fading generation.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mudguard
It's a rainy season here
But in some places no rain for years.
Mr.Driver, why did you choose this muddy road?
I am just only a mudguard to a politician's Limousine
And you are his paid servant.
There is no such a big difference between us
And we sustain on common grounds.
So, Mr. Chauffeur be flexible and avoid this nauseous road.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Food is Lovely
I pinpointed a mystifying object,
It was like a red tomato, many,
Inside the juice smelt sick-making
As nauseous as oranges that rotted.
I want more coffee, more errands to the shop,
It makes my lungs blissful, my head clear,
As undisturbed as a heavenly maiden,
Oh my! The list of benefits goes on.
Just too much juice is useful,
I am finding it helpful to drive other smells,
Maybe I cook and others do not,
Just so that I consume the cuisine.
poem by Naveed Akram
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