Dear Tony -
I’ve measles, mumps, a runny nose;
A cut that runs from knees to toes;
I’ve chickenpox and, yes, the ‘flu - - - -
And, I forgot: Well, how are you?
I’ve blisters on my swollen feet;
I sick up everything I eat.
My toothache makes me rage and yell ---
Oh, pardon me - - - - - I hope you’re well.
I broke my arm, and grazed my knee –
Oh, life’s been very hard on me.
My throat’s so soar I just can’t drink
But hope you’re keeping in the pink!
I’ve aching limbs and tingling toes,
And other things I’ll not disclose.
I’ve turned to Google, with some dread,
But, sad to say, he thinks I’m dead!
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