Saturday, December 1, 2012

Sick

  Photo: My poor sick boy :(
  So, being sick and having a sick baby stinks. No wordy or pretty way to put it.  Nothing else to say about that. This poem painted on the doctor's office wall made me smile though. Thought I would share.

                                   SICK

                                 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,
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!"

3 comments:

  1. Awah! Sorry your little one is sick. I LOVE Shel Silverstien poems! Get well soon.

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  2. Thanks Jen. Tis the life of a Mama right?

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  3. That was always one of my favorite poems as a child! Hope you're feeling better..

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