When yer really sick abed All th' fun is getting well. Say! It's jolly bein' fed— I kin hardly ever tell What tastes best. 'Most any food Goes so fast I wanter lick Th' plate. Stuff always tastes so good When I've been sick. I like it best when I can sit All bundled in th' easy chair, With all th' windows raised a bit To give th' place a little air. An' if a breeze comes now an' then, I tell y' what, it's pretty slick Just t' @3smell@1 outdoors again When I've been sick! They put th' kittens on th' rug, An' mother brings her sewin' in, An' everythin's so nice an' snug I sit an' look around an' grin. An' then I get to countin' sneep, Or wond'rin why th' clock should tick In diff'runt ways. I like t' sleep When I've been sick. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE |