The sick poem
By Mudga
The sick poem
There once was a child who couldn't get out of her bedSimply because she had a sore head
Her mother said "No, get back in that room"
I closed my eyes and shouted with doom
"Oh why oh why let me play"
Her mother said "No, no way"
My eyes turned sore and round
My mother said "Oh! Don't touch the ground"
I flopped on my bed and started to cry
I will get out of here at least i will try
My mother came in with a cup of water
Why was she doing this? I was her daughter
"Why cant i touch the ground?" I said standing stern
"Because your sick and will spread lots of germs"
I took the water and drank it to the core
And pushed my mother out the door
I was angrier then i had ever been
I would fight her, surely i would win
I yelled or her to come to my room
But she couldn't hear me over the noise of her broom
I opened my door and ran towards her
But stepped on my poor little cat Pur
My mother stormed in yelling and screaming
I stood infront of her beaming
"Let me play! I only have a cold!"
But she said no and stood tall and bold
I gave up, slinking to my room
I would just have to except my doom
Haha this is one of my fave poems ....maybe because you wrote it when you were sick and I made you stay in bed!
ReplyDeleteMy ignorance of excellence in penmanship is widely juxtaposing with your talent and artistry when is comes to befuddling the brain with deliciously emotive literature.
ReplyDeleteGreat job! This is one of my favorite poems from you!
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