My neck is stiff my spine is weak i hardly whisper when i speak.

Sick poem by shel silverstein lyrics background. My tonsils are as big as rocks i ve counted sixteen chicken pox. Runny s heading rabits runny babbit. My tongue is filling up my mouth. I m going blind in my right eye.

She says she s going out to play. My neck is stiff my voice is weak i hardly whisper when i speak. The lines are structured in a particular rhyme scheme. My belly button s caving in my back is wrenched my ankle s sprained my pendix pains each time it rains.

1 i cannot go to school today. My elbow s bent my spine ain t straight my temperature is one o eight. All of a sudden she is all good. Said little peggy ann mckay.

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. A gash a rash and purple bumps. My nose is cold my toes are numb i have a sliver in my thumb. 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.

No broken leg no shrunken brain and no flu. Invitation where the sidewalk ends. My tonsils are as big as rocks. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke i m sure that my left leg is broke.

5 my mouth is wet my throat is dry i m going blind in my right eye. I have a hangnail and my heart is. They are even funnier as a young adult. It follows the pattern of aabbccdd and so on alternating end sounds as the lines progress.

My leg is cut my eyes are blue. My tongue is filling up my mouth i think my hair is falling out. Homework machine a light in the attic. My nose is cold my toes are numb i have a sliver in my thumb.

I have the measles and the mumps a gash a rash and purple bumps. This pattern is common within silverstein s work. It might be instamatic flu. I have the measles and the mumps.

My neck is stiff my voice is weak i hardly whisper. I cannot go to school today said little peggy ann mckay. My nose is cold my toes are numb. Sick by shel silverstein is a thirty two line poem that is contained within one block of text.

My nose is cold my toes are numb. My back is wrenched my ankle s sprained my pendix pains each time it rains. I have a sliver in my thumb. My tongue is filling up my mouth i think my hair is falling out.

I ve counted sixteen chicken pox. She literally speaks of her leg being broken. Then she is going on and on and oh all of a sudden she hears that it is saturday. These poems are so cute and i really enjoyed them as a child.

My mouth is wet my throat is dry.

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