Instructions on Being Sick.

I sit all alone

atop my bed

While there's a pound pound

aride in my head

My head!How achey!

My throat! How soar!

THe pain makes me want to

run out that door

I go to the kitchen

to make me some soup

and I look in the mirror

Oh how my eyes droop!

I hobble to the bedroom

My legs!Oh the pain!

I guess that it means

That it's going to rain.

My stomach doing flip flops

I climb into bed

I turn on the TV

and listen to what my mom always says

When your not happy

and just want to sleep

eat soup and rest

and don't make a peep!