Being Sick Sucks

I’m lying here in bed,

Just a bundle of gloom,

The curtains are drawn,

It’s as dark as a tomb.

 

I’m running a fever,

Of one hundred and some.

I’m hot then I’m cold,

I just can’t pick one.

 

I’m barking like a seal,

It’s a terrible croup.

The pain in my chest,

Has sent me for a loop.

 

I’m achy all over,

I’ve been hit by a truck.

A wise man once said:

Being sick in bed sucks.

 

--Ken Ferguson—

Artista di Parole