By Kenn Nesbitt
"I’b sick," I pout ad blow my doze.
"I’b misseeg all by favorite shows.
I hab to stay id bed, you see.
My mob wode led me watch TB.
She breegs me chicked soup ad says
that I should try to get sub rest.
Bud I’b too bored ad icky feeleeg,
yired of stareeg ad the ceileeg,
achy, cougheeg, stuffed up, too.
Bud thaks for askeeg. How are you?"
1 comment:
I thought this poem was hilarious! Where did you find it? What did you like about it? I think it's really cool that you decided to share it with us! Thanks, Danisha!
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