She says she s going out to play.

Sick poem by shel silverstein lyrics background. 5 my mouth is wet my throat is dry i m going blind in my right eye. My elbow s bent my spine ain t straight my temperature is one o eight. My neck is stiff my voice is weak i hardly whisper. I have a sliver in my thumb.

My back is wrenched my ankle s sprained my pendix pains each time it rains. My tonsils are as big as rocks. Homework machine a light in the attic. My tonsils are as big as rocks i ve counted sixteen chicken pox.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke i m sure that my left leg is broke. No broken leg no shrunken brain and no flu. I have the measles and the mumps a gash a rash and purple bumps. My leg is cut my eyes are blue.

I cannot go to school today said little peggy ann mckay. My neck is stiff my voice is weak i hardly whisper when i speak. My nose is cold my toes are numb i have a sliver in my thumb. My mouth is wet my throat is dry.

I have a hangnail and my heart is. I ve counted sixteen chicken pox. I m going blind in my right eye. My nose is cold my toes are numb.

My brain is shrunk i cannot hear there is a hole inside my ear. A gash a rash and purple bumps. The lines are structured in a particular rhyme scheme. She literally speaks of her leg being broken.

My tongue is filling up my mouth. It might be instamatic flu. They are even funnier as a young adult. My hip hurts when i move my chin my belly button s caving in my back is wrenched my ankle s sprained my pendix pains each time it rains.

Runny s heading rabits runny babbit. My tongue is filling up my mouth i think my hair is falling out. My belly button s caving in my back is wrenched my ankle s sprained my pendix pains each time it rains. All of a sudden she is all good.

It follows the pattern of aabbccdd and so on alternating end sounds as the lines progress. This pattern is common within silverstein s work. These poems are so cute and i really enjoyed them as a child. I have the measles and the mumps.

My neck is stiff my spine is weak i hardly whisper when i speak. Then she is going on and on and oh all of a sudden she hears that it is saturday. My nose is cold my toes are numb i have a sliver in my thumb. My tongue is filling up my mouth i think my hair is falling out.

Sick by shel silverstein is a thirty two line poem that is contained within one block of text. My hip hurts when i move my chin my belly button s caving in my back is wrenched my ankle s sprained my pendix pains each time it rains. Sick by shel silverstein. Said little peggy ann mckay.

1 i cannot go to school today.

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