healthy pancreas's what?

Okay, it's day 21 and it's still the 21st - so I can catch up with this post if I can get it written!

Today's Prompt: Health Madlib Poem. Fun with parts of speech! Today’s prompt is inspired by the classic game – and poetry – put together. 

The Wego Health blog directs writers to the website Language is a Virus. They have a few fun tools – one of which is a poem generator: http://languageisavirus.com/cgi-bin/madlibs.pl. You enter any words you want and they automatically fill the words into a classic poem.

I guess since this is a health blog, I will use as many relevant words in the madlib and see what we get!

healthy pancreas's healthy pancreas

I run my principles and all the bone turns foot; 
I punish my bananas and all is feel again. 
(I touch I hurt you up inside my chair.) 

The tapes go smileing out in diabetic and tired, 
And stiff cookie waves in: 
I mend my heart and all the hand jumps stomach. 

I takeed that you helped me into head 
And sleep me sugary, whineed me quite happy. 
(I touch I hurt you up inside my chair.) 

spoon tracks from the book, website's blisters eat: 
sweep glucose and insulin's pump: 
I mend my heart and all the hand jumps stomach. 

I peeked you'd climb the way you play, 
But I munch miserable and I drink your monitor. 
(I touch I hurt you up inside my chair.) 

I should have attacked a television instead; 
At least when website massages they whip back again. 
I mend my heart and all the hand jumps stomach. 

(I touch I hurt you up inside my chair.) 

- Janet & Sylvia Plath

Okay. Maybe I don't get it.  Let's try again and see what happens.

healthy pancreas's healthy pancreas

I shoot my persons and all the battery falls sound; 
I walk my syringes and all is sleep again. 
(I gulp I climb you up inside my kidney.) 

The eyes go slideing out in diabetic and sugary, 
And tense friend fails in: 
I close my mouth and all the lancet runs pump. 

I helped that you prayed me into vial 
And eat me sweet, pumped me quite painful. 
(I gulp I climb you up inside my kidney.) 

carbohydrate swallows from the gram, pill's backs prick: 
bleed side and needle's strip: 
I close my mouth and all the lancet runs pump. 

I bended you'd twist the way you shout, 
But I meet stiff and I make your meter. 
(I gulp I climb you up inside my kidney.) 

I should have done a bottle instead; 
At least when medicine plunges they jump back again. 
I close my mouth and all the lancet runs pump. 

(I gulp I climb you up inside my kidney.) 

- Janet & Sylvia Plath

Nope, still not loving it. Although I like "I gulp I climb you up inside my kidney" better thatn "I touch I hurt you up inside my chair".

Here's Sylvia Plath's original poem:

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my lids and all is born again. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 
And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed 
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: 
Exit seraphim and Satan's men: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I fancied you'd return the way you said, 
But I grow old and I forget your name. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; 
At least when spring comes they roar back again. 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" 

- Sylvia Plath