by RANSOMEĀ®, CHO | |
Published on: Mar 26, 2002 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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When it gets you You say why only me? You lie there and no one gets sick with you You languish with tears from pains from the needles The Docs say it is okay, just some few more days You sit up all night awake Just to get up still ill The day begins Mother comes, Dad goes, Brother's cheering, Sister jeering All 'cause you are that ill Ooh how I like to be ill You get along quite often with boiled eggs from your pals Yogurt now and then from Sis But ... Ooh Doc don't you see it is painful? All those drips on my same hand? You tell me you cannot see my veins Have they dissappeared? I hate to be sick but I like those eggs What should I do? Call for Mrs Anopheles? Yes, When I need eggs Painful eggs « return. |