In honor of spring break ending, i post for you all my favorite all time poem (which speaks to my lack of sophistication regarding poetry and my penchant for play over work, also my hypochondria). Too bad tomorrow isnt Saturday: 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. Im going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, Ive counted sixteen chicken pox. And theres one more - thats seventeen, And dont you think my face looks green? My leg is cut, my eyes are blue, It might be the instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, Im sure that my left leg is broke. My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly buttons caving in. My back is wrenched, my ankles sprained, My pendix pains each time it rains. My toes are 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 elbows bent, my spine aint straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, Theres a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is ... What? Whats that? Whats that you say? You say today is .............. Saturday? Gbye, Im going out to play!
Posted on: Mon, 07 Apr 2014 03:56:27 +0000
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