Tuesday, May 10, 2005

I'm sick...

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.
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!"

~~~ Shel Silverstein ~~~

1 comment:

jayme said...

when I first read your title I thought you go the flu from us! Then I see this had more to do with the phone call you made on Saturday!!!!!!!!! ahahah