Sick 'I cannot go to school today,' <br />Said little Peggy Ann McKay. <br />'I have the measles and the mumps, <br />A gash, a rash and purple bumps. <br />My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, <br />I'm going blind in my right eye. <br />My tonsils are as big as rocks, <br />I've counted sixteen chicken pox <br />And there's one more - that's seventeen, <br />And don't you think my face looks green? <br />My leg is cut, my eyes are blue - <br />It might be instamatic flu. <br />I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, <br />I'm sure that my left leg is broke - <br />My hip hurts when I move my chin, <br />My belly button's caving in, <br />My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, <br />My 'pendix pains each time it rains. <br />My nose is cold, my toes are numb, <br />I have a sliver in my thumb. <br />My neck is stiff, my spine is weak, <br />I hardly whisper when I speak. <br />My tongue is filling up my mouth, <br />I think my hair is falling out. <br />My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, <br />My temperature is one-o-eight. <br />My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, <br />There is a hole inside my ear. <br />I have a hangnail, and my heart is - <br />what? What's that? What's that you say? <br />You say today is ... Saturday? <br />G'bye, I'm going out to play!'<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sick-49/
