by
Ruth
orribly hot and feeling crummyFunny gurgles in your tummy
Trying every kind of pill
That's what it's like to be ill
Aching head
you lie in bed
Trying to hide away
Don't want to see the doctor, you know what he'll say
Horrible medicines you've already had
The poor fellow must be mad
What does he honestly think they'll do
Just because the flavours new?
Off they drag you all the same
Do they think it is a game
For Heavens sake you're ill you're ill
You want to lie down and be still
But no their way is best they say
Never mind get on with it
You'll get better soon and when you're fit
It's safe to say, you'll be over the moon
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