I wandered through a primary language class the other day. The kids were writing poems to inanimate objects.
I wrote this one today in the same format. I think it's pretty good.
You make my noggin' thump.
It feels like a big lump.
My head is all foggy.
I feel groggy.
I've been hit by a truck.
Headache -- you suck.
I know, I know. I'm an Edgar Allen Poe just waiting to be discovered.
(In my defence, my head hurts.)