Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Ick

Fio won't have much to say
Because she woke up sick today
Throat feels raw, head seems hot
Doesn't know what she's got
But wishes it would go away.

1 comment:

Gary said...

There’s no soul alive that relishes the Ick
Whether it creeps into them at night
Or during the day in it slips
The least of its symptom, one looks a fright
A body that aches from fever it burns
Glossed over eyes and a red nose that runs
So weak in the knees you almost quiver
But Fio is strong with a hardy constitution
No Ick can keep her from daily post distribution.