“I fell in to a burning ring of fire,

I went down, down, down,

And the flames went higher.

And it burns, burns, burns,

The ring of fire,

The ring of fire.”

Johnny Cash,

The Ring of Fire

I awoke long before dawn’s first light

I was feverish and felt extremely weak

And I cursed as I hobbled out of bed

I very urgently needed to take a leak

The pain in my spider-bit foot

Was now driving me quite insane

I sensed an evil presence in the house

And I knew this intruder was deranged

As I approached the bathroom

I saw a shadow standing there

He looked very sinister and wild

And he had thickly matted hair

As I slowly hobbled down to the kitchen

I could feel the intruder’s breath close by

There was something very familiar about him

But in my fevered condition I had no idea why

As I brewed my needed morning coffee

I sat sullenly watching the morning news

And as soon as I had consumed a fresh cup

I wearily hobbled back upstairs for a snooze

But first I switched on the bathroom light

Absentmindedly deciding to comb my hair

And would you believe I saw him once again

That damned old intruder was standing right there

I put on my glasses to get a better view

And gazing in the mirror what should I see

But that very disheveled evil old intruder

Now very craftily staring right back at me

I finally laughed and he finally smiled

As we both now began to comb our hair

It was just another very bizarre feverish day

For we two very feverish old fools to share

“Good Morning, You Old Fool!”

“Scared you, didn’t I?!”

“Shut up, and go take a nap.”

“I think I will – you go walk the dogs.”

“I can’t.  My foot’s too swollen.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

“You better wake up the wife to do it.”

“You wake her up.  I’m going back to bed.”

As I finally looked down towards the floor

I saw my four flabbergasted dogs standing there

They seemed shocked to find me talking to myself

But they had to pee so I guess they really didn’t care

Luckily my spouse had now awakened

She’d heard me feverishly speaking to myself

As she very nervously dressed to walk the dogs

I just couldn’t decide if I were in heaven or in hell

“I fell in to a mystifying web of spiders,

I went down, down, down,

And the fever went higher.

And it burned, burned, burned,

The web of spiders,

The web of spiders.”

©2006, Fever Headed Ed