Sick in (not of) California

Last night....my wife got a N-A-S-T friggin Y bug

I'll spare you the complete mental image....but here's a partial one:

8 hours of montezuma's revenge combined with vomiting...lovely

We think...food poisoning and are planning to burn down the restaurant we think it came from

But, in the meantime....a poemey thing (by yours truly):

poor little heidi

life is tough with the flu

life must be hard

when all you do is poo

poor little heidi

stuck in the room

you're starting to look

like you belong in an tomb

poor little heidi

all unkept like a hobbit

don't worry honey 

even hobbits have to vomit 

poor little heidi

I hope this poem made you smile

my sick little wife

with a smile full of bile