Shel Silverstein- Sick

My version of the poem : 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 Im going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks Ive counted sixteen chicken pox And theres one more--thats seventeen And dont 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 Im sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin My belly buttons caving in My back is wrenched my ankles 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 elbows bent my spine aint 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? Whats that? Whats that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? Gbye Im going out to play!,

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