I have sore shoulders,
I have itchy toes,
I have high fever,
I have running nose.
I need immediate medical care,
Shall I call 911? I suppose.
But which treatment shall I get,
My goodness, it is hard to choose.
My eyes are wet,
My hair is loose,
My phone is dead,
My credit cards confuse.
My life ends up in despair,
Shall I call 911? I suppose.
How can I survive and feel fair?
Only the divine knows.
In a frightful mood,
I run wild in the neighborhood,
I yell,
I tell…
It is just a bad dream,
I wake up and enjoy my blissful life all the same.
Jingle Poetry Monday Potluck:Welcome Linking in any poem, Join the fun today!
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/poetry-potluck-halloween.html
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Leo’s Z to A challenge (Y is 4 YELL):
http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/11/02/z-to-a-in-26-days-nov-2nd-y-for-yawn/
Victoria’s Monday Writing Challenge: (Dream on)
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/11/01/monday-morning-writing-prompt-dream-on/
