SICK

     SICK    Oh gee…I think I’m gonnaAhhhh Ahhh Ahhh CCHHOOO!!!!Sneeze. Jeez. This won’t doNot at all.I think I’m sickGonna fallRight into bed.Whatever I have it’s in my head. I’m dizzy and achy and chilled to the coreI shake inside and my muscles are sore. Maybe I have the flu…But if I had the flu, where would I fly to?If I really knew That I flew? Maybe it’s a cold.Or allergies to mold.But I feel so hot…How can I be cold?I’m not. Pneumonia could it be?That’s worse than an allergy.Bronchitis would be badBut a bronco I don’t have. What can it be?AAAHHHCCHHOOOO!!!Oh me. Sniff sniff snortMy breath is short.I cannot breath with ease.Oh jeez!! AnotherAacchhoooo!!!!Sneeze. I think I’d better stay in bedAnd take care of my achy head Achoo!!Oh gee what’s wrong with me?I hate being sickIt doesn’t end quick. It’s a code in by hedAt least I’m not dead. Whew!!AAAcchhoooo!!!!Sounds like Kung Fu. It’s a cold, it’s the fluIt’s the chills, it’s ague. Whatever it beWhy did it happen to me?Aacchhhoooo!!!Oh geeAgony.    Jeffrey Hollander