Ailing
Sick 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.
What an adorable poem! Get well soon!!
Ugh, I hate being ill. I hope you can breathe more easily tomorrow. That’s rotten about no sick pay.
give up the temp job and be a poet. It will rock this I know it.
me= not so much a poet
nice use of spanish! you might have to sign on as a consultant for a certain production requiring the use of bad songs…
I feel like you and Shel Silverstein and Doctos Seuss would be bff’s
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.
Get well soon, Annie!!
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
freakin sweet! Sorry you’re ill…bein sick is the pits
freakin sweet! Sorry you’re ill…bein sick is the pits
You’re very witty when you’re sick. I turn into a ball of mush and complain a lot.
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
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