Poem from the Past

I have always collected poems, tidbits and anything else I found interesting. While sifting through a box of "memories", I came across this cute little poem. I have been hauling this one around for approximately 30 years. I know this because I have my sixth grade teacher's name and my homeroom number on it. But, shame on my teacher. She did not put the author's name on it, but I did. Hope you get a giggle or two.

Sick

"I cannot go to school today."
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My let is cut, my eyes are blue
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke_
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained.
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is___What?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is....Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!?

Shel Silverstein