Mama woke me up,
Saying, "your sleeping smile
Is sweet like a snowy cloud,
Are you sick? Or
'Tis a sensational symptom."
I felt strong like Samson.
I looked to reflector, hoping
He would tell me the nature of
My morning rachitic, but he reflected
my morning stunning symptom.
I went to infirmary,
To diagnose nature
Of my morning sweetly smile.
I met a sorrowful satanic nurse,
Trying to swindle my symptom,
But my disorienting symptoms
Slapped her down to shame.
Here comes the ducky doctor,
Smiling sweetly like rose of sharon,
He set his stethoscope on my shaky heart,
Shocked appeared in his charming face
Like a lightning from unlighted cloud.
He took my reddish blood
To laboratory and asked me
To stand to check the screen,
He asked me to read the screen.
Shockingly, I found your name
Written in my blood like a law,
Doctor said, "here are the germs
Tormenting your morning sadness."
He said, "Her smile is like a vaccine
To your sicking and sorrowful soul,
Never leave her nor make her bitter
Like water of Marrah, care for her darling
Heart and give her your full attention."
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