Poovan saw it on time fortunately,
as the swellings rose bulbously.
They were soon quite apparent, even olfactorily.
A serious ailment, decidedly.
To the shaman he went haltingly,
he hoped to be cured, seemingly.
Poovan explained to the man falteringly.
The shaman was convincing, creatively,
the medicines cured, he claimed, reassuringly.
Poovan was hesitant, understandably,
but relented, and the balm was applied methodically.
This soon made things worse, seriously,
and caused Poovan to bloat immensely.
Nature took over ultimately,
and brought a happy ending of sorts finalily.
Except for Poovan who departed explosively,
and the shaman who was thrashed unceremoniously.
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