I’m sick

“I cannot go to school today,”

Said little Peggy Ann Makey.

“My glasses broke.

I think I’m going to choke.

My cat puked in my shoe,

Not to mention all the poo.

I have a hangnail on my thumb.

I hear my ear going numb.

I was up all night with a migraine;

I think there’s a bug in my brain.

I keep getting a heat flash.

On my butt there’s a rash.

My skin is cracked and dry.

I think there’s something in my right eye.

I’ve got a massive leg cramp.

My ears hurt from my brother’s amp.

All my hair is falling out.

All I want to do is pout.

All my clothes are too tight.

My head is filled with fright

I think I’m going to die!

Why me, oh why?

What’s that? What’s that you say?

You say today is Saturday?

G’Bye I’m going out to play!”

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,

I’m sure that my left leg is broke--

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button’s caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?

What’s that? What’s that you say?

You say today is. . .Saturday?

G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

Source: familyfriendpoems.com

 

 

ADVERTISEMENT

 

Have Your SayLeave a comment