nzkiwi
Senior Member
Here's a poem, I suppose in honor of the wonderful cold bug I've been fighting all week:
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
And you can read the rest of the poem here.
The coughing and sneezing I can especially relate to right now. I just wish this remaining congestion would go away!
Poetry Friday is being hosted this week by Big A Little A.
Sick
by Shel Silverstein
by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
And you can read the rest of the poem here.
The coughing and sneezing I can especially relate to right now. I just wish this remaining congestion would go away!
Poetry Friday is being hosted this week by Big A Little A.