The prompt: Write a poem, rhyme, ballad, haiku, or any other form of poetry about diabetes. (Thanks, Tu Diabetes, for the topic.)
Since yesterday would have been Edward Lear’s birthday, how about a limerick?
The guest – we’ll call her Amalia –
Stood chatting amongst the regalia.
On hearing a squeal
She dared not reveal
The pump in between her mammalia.
Haha! Too funny!