Ailing

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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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14 Comments

  1. bronzedshoe on December 7, 2008 at 8:01 PM

    Wow! You sure are creative when you’re sick. My boyfriend and I just got a good chuckle out of your very cute poem.

  2. Christina on December 7, 2008 at 8:12 PM

    What an adorable poem! Get well soon!!

  3. Lyla on December 7, 2008 at 8:26 PM

    Ugh, I hate being ill. I hope you can breathe more easily tomorrow. That’s rotten about no sick pay.

  4. Laura on December 7, 2008 at 9:04 PM

    give up the temp job and be a poet. It will rock this I know it.

    me= not so much a poet

  5. pzc on December 7, 2008 at 9:36 PM

    nice use of spanish! you might have to sign on as a consultant for a certain production requiring the use of bad songs…

  6. Case and Los on December 7, 2008 at 10:03 PM

    I feel like you and Shel Silverstein and Doctos Seuss would be bff’s

  7. Tad on December 8, 2008 at 12:08 AM

    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.

  8. giving up slowly on December 8, 2008 at 9:22 AM

    Get well soon, Annie!!

  9. Anonymous on December 8, 2008 at 9:23 AM

    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

  10. Justin...that's all on December 8, 2008 at 9:56 AM

    freakin sweet! Sorry you’re ill…bein sick is the pits

  11. Justin...that's all on December 8, 2008 at 9:56 AM

    freakin sweet! Sorry you’re ill…bein sick is the pits

  12. Sarah Kate on December 8, 2008 at 10:02 AM

    You’re very witty when you’re sick. I turn into a ball of mush and complain a lot.

  13. i'mthechief on December 8, 2008 at 10:03 PM

    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

  14. i'mthechief on December 8, 2008 at 10:03 PM

    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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