Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Sick

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,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't 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,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
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.
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 elbow's bent, my spine ain't 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?What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is---Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

There are somedays when I really don't feel like going to school. Sometimes, I had fights with my friends, a test, a huge presentation or just feel cranky. When I have those feelings automatically, I would think of some excuses to convince my parents why I shouldn't go. Obviously, everytime I try, it doesn't work. This poem is really cute and easy to read because of the rhymes at the end.

Silverstein, Shel. "Sick." poets.org. 2003. HarperCollins Children's Books. 23 Jan 2008 .

3 comments:

brian said...

i disagree about the poem being cute but i agree about the part where you mentioned all the reasons of not wanting to go to school. nice =)

Yoojeong Shin said...

I think it is a really cute poem!
I also feel that way sometimes when I don't want to go to school. I think that is I why I feel tired every morning at school! When I have to do something I don't want to do, I think I feel really tired.

Andrea said...

This poem is so cute. When I was little I wished I am sick so I can’t go to school. It was my pity to wake up every morning because of my mother. But I remember I just go out and play whether I am sick or not in weekend. I thought the author wrote a poem about my childhood.