Poem by: Shel Silverstein
Sick
I can not 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 have a hangnail, my heart is - what?
What's that? What's that you say
Oh! you say today is....Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!
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