The Chennai summers have claimed it's first victim,
One week since my tum has been throwing a tantrum,
So I ran to the doctor, only to learn,
Good health has to be earned,
Not enough fibre, not enough water,
What in God's name are you eating, she made me ponder,
Chicken puffs from hot breads,
And steaming hot gaajar halwa to keep a cool head,
Not good enough apparently,
Summers are for clean eating and improving your tum's warranty,
I'm still down and out,
Nursing my painful tum with a pout.
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