Poems

Sick

Don't breathe next to me!

You might get me sick.

Your nose is so red

That it looks like a brick.

Your eyes are all puffy;

You're sneezing a lot.

I'm leaving the room;

I don't want what you've got.

Don't cough when I'm here

You might pass it on.

For goodness sakes,

Cover your mouth when you yawn!

And don't touch my food,

Lest your cooties adhere,

Thus making me sick

For the rest of the year.

The last thing I need

Is a cold or a flu,

And so I am thinking

I'll bid you adieu.

I'm much better off

Wherever you're not

Don't breathe next to me;

I don't want what you've got.

BY: SUZIE BITNER