Kind and gentle readers,
I beg you to forgive,
I’m writing from my sickbed —
I hope that I will live!
For days I’ve eaten nothing
but a squalid chicken broth
and crept around the house
like an emaciated sloth.
So I couldn’t do a video —
I’m unfit for tender eyes!
My nose is a dirigible,
I look a downright prize.
No, no — please hold your pity
I know this too shall pass,
I’ll once again be chipper
as a cricket in the grass.
Forgive my Monday silence
and my crimes of rhyme and meter…
I’m off to huddle in a heap
against my friend, the heater.
Get well soon, Renee!
If you can pop out the phrase “emaciated sloth”, you must still be doing okay, unless said emaciated sloth is a poetic parasite that has taken over your brain.
That was my one moment of lucidity, Ed. Hope to have more of them when the tournament begins…
Get well ,Renee! I’m sorry you feel like an “emaciated sloth” — it can’t get much worse than that. Well, maybe it would be worse to feel like a “bilious blobfish”!
Check out these photos of a blobfish, Yikes:
Disgusting! I love it! Thought I was looking in a mirror…
Feel better! I hope you have someone to help with the kiddies. You still write a slick poem, even for being sick!
They’ve all got it, too, Hannah! Ickiness abounds!
We hate that you are feeling sick
and hope our words will cure your ick.
Without your vid–our Monday’s bleak.
So please get well before next week!!! 🙂
Feel better Friend! 🙂
SWEET! I love the “cure your ick” — thank you very much, my dear! 🙂
Oh, I hope you’ll feel “chipper as a cricket” soon. What a great line!
Aaarrgh!! I hope you’re better real soon. Being sick is not cool.
squalid broth, emaciated sloth, and a dirigible nose. hmmm…thems some pretty fancy words, little lady! GET WELL SOON!
Your nose will run, your eyes will weep.
Go crawl off and get some sleep.
Drink some broth that’s not so foul,
Wash your face with a warm, soft towel.
That’s all I’ve got and now one kid is hungry and the other is bleeding so ta ta!
I’m not sure I’m ready for a verse, my words might simply make you worse, so here’s a wish to get well quick, I’m sorry that you’ve been very sick!
Get well soon, Renée!!
And what a poem– on a sick day no less.
Feel better Renee! I forgive you! Man, you are talented. Beautiful poetry.:)
Even from your sick bed you are an awesome poet! Feel much better soon!!! xo
Alas alack! You’ve fallen ill?
Slurp a syrup! Pop a pill!
Crank up the humidifier!
Crawl to bed and just retire.
What’s that? I heard a little peep.
“Mommy? Are you still asleep?”
Hope you’re all soon on the mend.
Wish you wellness, my good friend!
Sorry you are sick! I am sending you cyber chicken soup to make you feel better!
You poem was great! I hope you feel better soon 🙂
Oh…I hope you’re better! I’m just getting to some of my reading this week, so I’m a bit late coming to No Water River 🙂
Oh no poor you. Get well soon x
Oh no! Feel better you!
(Also? Kudos for writing something son try clever while sick!)
Take care and get well soon!
Renee, I’ve just awarded you the Sunshine Blog Award! I gave your blog a shout-out on my blog ( http://www.donasdays.blogspot.com ) during my acceptance speech for my own award! Enjoy…