The worst part of being sick.

 

The worst part of being sick

 

 

What’s the worst part of being sick?

Is this question some sort of trick?

 

My head aches so much, it hurts to think.

My freckled face is glowing pink.

 

My eyes are full of gooey puss.

Did someone hit me with a bus?

 

Achoo, Achoo, I wheeze and sneeze.

Can someone pass a tissue please?

 

Up come chunks of this and that.

Oops. I missed the bowl…kersplat!

 

My skin has just burst out with bumps.

And in my throat, I have five lumps.

 

Oh whatever can it be?

What the heck is wrong with me?

 

First I’m hot and then I’m cold.

My tongue tastes like its growing mold.

 

What’s the worst part of being sick?

Is this question some sort of trick?

 

Oh, how can I pick just one thing?

Inside my ears, I hear a ring.

 

Tell me do you hear it too?

I think I’ve got a touch of flu.

 

The room is spinning like a top.

Please tell someone to make it stop.

 

I’m completely in distress.

There’s just one thing I must confess.

 

My mom has got the magic touch.

A simple hug helps oh so much.

 

Her soothing voice can ease the strain.

Her kiss helps take away the pain.

 

Next time you’re not feeling well,

I’ll send my mom to make you swell!