Monday, March 19, 2012


"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 voice 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!"
This is one of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems.  Where the Sidewalk Ends always reminds me of 5th grade and Ms. Brimhall. However, unlike Ms Peggy Ann McKay, I am sick and I'm sooooo over it.  It started last week when Ben was diagnosed with the flu and now Sam and I have contracted some mild version of it (aka a cold).  So now my agenda for today is some cold meds and lots of hot coco. 
Happy Monday

1 comment:

Debra said...

Hope you're feeling better soon! I hate that the sickness spreads throughout the house. Take care!