The Test
by Abe Rossi Jr
Monday, March 31, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Mom, you’re the expert,
So it’s all up to you,
But I really am thinking
I should stay home from school.
I know there are lessons
I really should learn,
But one of them isn’t
How to spread germs!
My eyes are all reddish
They’re starting to itch
While one side of my face
Is beginning to twitch.
I’m wheezy and sneezy,
My fingers are numb,
And I’m sure that I’m breathing
With only one lung.
My nose keeps on running,
But I don’t know where.
The last time I saw it
Was under the chair.
My temperature's rising
Then it comes down
Then all the while,
The room's spinning 'round.
My stomach is turning,
It’s coming undone,
So in a few minutes
I might have to run!
My head won’t stop aching,
My strength's in reserve,
When I try to bend down,
I keep pinching a nerve.
I’m losing my hearing,
"What did you say?"
Oh Mom I’m so glad
You see it my way.
I’ll go call my friends,
I’ll make it real quick.
If I’m not in school,
They might think that I’m sick.
Hey, I just found out
The test is next week,
So I better hurry
Or I’ll lose my seat.
I hear the bus coming,
I really must skat,
But Mom, thanks a million
For having this chat….
Peace Abel
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