Hello everyone, it's a little Christmas day poem for you from Casper and the whole Harry

Potter and the Sacred Textine.

This year we've gone for an old favourite, by Shell Silverstein and it's called Sick.

I cannot go to school today, said little Piggy and 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 16 chickenpox.

And there's one more.

That's 17.

And don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut, my eyes are blue.

It might be an asthmatic flu.

My coffin, sneeze and gasp and choke.

I'm sure that my left leg is broke, my hips hurt.

When I move my chin, my belly buttons gaving in.

My back is wrenched and my ankle's sprained.

My appendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold and my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak.

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