I came across a lovely little poem by A. E. Stallings about a colicky baby. In case you don't know, "colicky" is a temporary condition where a newborn's tummy hurts - resulting in a lot of bellyaching and burping-up for several months. The poem is here.
I've got nothing to cry about tonight, since I won a bit of money in a family game of poker. I haven't played for money since college, so I'm just glad I didn't lose!
I had some good luck
And won 6 whole bucks.
Far from feeling colicky,
I'm positively frolicky.