Ailing
Written by hootenannie on December 7th, 2008Sick in bed, sick in bed,
Massive snot balls in my head.
What to do to pass the time?
Write a poem, try to rhyme.
Scratchy throat and itchy eyes,
Achy body my demise.
Haven’t seen a soul at all,
Save the Handy Graham (who’s tall):
Bringing TheraFlu at 5,
He made sure I was alive.
Now I’m zonked and bored to tears,
Out of Kleenex, out of cheers.
Coughing, coughing, cough cough cough,
Feel my windpipe closing off.
If I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take,
But if I make it through the night,
I pray that I’ll wake up alright.
For I get no vacation days,
If I don’t work, I don’t get paid.
So go, white blood cells! Andalé!
And chase this wretched bug away.
From my bed of lonely misery,
Annie the Sick
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Update! The amazing Andy Merrick is BRINGING ME SORBET!!!!!
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Wow! You sure are creative when you’re sick. My boyfriend and I just got a good chuckle out of your very cute poem.
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What an adorable poem! Get well soon!!
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Ugh, I hate being ill. I hope you can breathe more easily tomorrow. That’s rotten about no sick pay.
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give up the temp job and be a poet. It will rock this I know it.
me= not so much a poet
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nice use of spanish! you might have to sign on as a consultant for a certain production requiring the use of bad songs…
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I feel like you and Shel Silverstein and Doctos Seuss would be bff’s
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I thought of you at church today. Sue Nixon and Brian Coon sang “Breath of Heaven” and I kept imagining you singing with them.
I’m sorry you’re sick. I hope your enjoyed the sorbet.
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Get well soon, Annie!!
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Andale! Nicely done – now how do you get that accent to type? So sorry I can’t take care of you. No kleenex? That’s unacceptable!
mom
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freakin sweet! Sorry you’re ill…bein sick is the pits
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freakin sweet! Sorry you’re ill…bein sick is the pits
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You’re very witty when you’re sick. I turn into a ball of mush and complain a lot.
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that is quality. writing poetry while under the influence of medicine…always a good time. i wrote some nyquil haikus a few months ago.
-allison from neighborhood group
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that is quality. writing poetry while under the influence of medicine…always a good time. i wrote some nyquil haikus a few months ago.
-allison from neighborhood group