Sick

I don't know if you know the poem "Sick" by Shel Silverstein. It was always my favorite poem when I was a little kid. I was always upset because my family owns almost every Shel Silverstein book, except "Where the Sidewalk Ends". This was no doubt the best book and had inside it, my beloved "Sick". It was about a girl named Peggy Ann McKay. She couldn't go to school because she had a whole asssortment of ailments. "She had measles and the mumps, a gash, a rash, and purple bumps." In the end of this poem, Peggy finds out it's Saturday and decides to go outside and play. I am one of the few children in this world who has never faked being sick. I might have over-dramatized my sickness at some points (I'm a naturally dramatic person), but I've never faked. I am indeed sick today. I have some sort of bug that will be gone tomorrow. In fact, I'm already feeling better, but I do not like missing school. I wrote my own little poem in honor of "Sick". If you have not read "Sick" I suggest you do. i've even attached a link for it. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sick-20/ This is a little pastiche of it.

I have to make more of an effort,

said little Catherine Christine Leffert.

I have two quizzes, and a game,

A test, a quest, it's not the same.

My project's not done, my paper's due,

I have so much to get through.

I think I threw my notes away,

My school is 20 minutes away.

Oh, there's traffic, that's 25.

Don't we go on I-35?

The sub is gone, my teacher's back.

I think I'm having a panic attack!

My book, my pen, my key, my phone.

I think I left it all at home!

My desk broke when I moved my chair,

I'm sure my homework has a tear.

My pencil snapped, my eraser's gone,

I lost my lunch money on the lawn.

My paper's ripped, my tape's not here,

Even my glue has disappeared.

My locker's full, my laptop fell,

My library book is in a well.

My math exam is up next class,

I got in trouble for using sass.

My binder's bent, my shoes aren't tied,

I got a D, if I must confide.

My art is bad, I just might fail,

My picture's a dog, not a whale!

My class is hard, and my speech is- What?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is... Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!

I hope you enjoyed the poem. It took about 30 minutes so I hope you like it.

-Catherine "Poet"