Sick by Shel Silverstein
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue –
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke –
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.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is –
what? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is … Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!” “
Since this is the last Thursday of April, National Poetry Month, I decided once again to post a poem. Not just any poem, but one that holds very special place in my heart — Shel Silverstein’s Sick.
I love this poem. I loved this poem the minute I first heard it. Even if was older than the intended reading age. Sick, to me, really captures the spirit of a child. It’s whimsical, it’s free spirited, but above all things Sick is a poem that everyone can relate to – no matter how young or old you are. Beyond that, I feel like Silverstein’s poem really captures the sentiment of enjoying one’s childhood, not rushing to grow up.
On beautiful days, I think of Peggy Ann McKay. When I’m in work with the sunshine shining through the windows, I too wish I was outside playing. So on this beautiful Thursday, I hope all of you, readers, get a chance to get outside, bask in the sun, and have some good old fashioned fun!