October 19th, 2007

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Poetry Friday -- Home Sick

We're just trying to keep our wits about us over here, my six-year-old and I. 
Last night she battled the fiercest ear infection. 
Actually, we battled it but she took the harshest wounds.

Our weapons?
Warm olive oil.
Old videotapes.
A hot water bottle.
A snack.
An attempt at sleep, sitting up.

Things seem a little brighter by the light of day, but I'm so tired I'm drooling. So, here's Shel Silverstein's Sick. Maybe it'll make you guys laugh. That's beyond me now, but I wouldn't be surprised if I descend into the giggles later. In that crazy kinda way.


Sick
by Shel Silverstein

"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?

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