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Shel Silverstein - Sick
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Sick "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 spine 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!"
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