[Children's Poem] Chicken Pox
I woke up so itchy and covered in spots
Mom says she thinks I’ve got chicken pox
But I’m not a chicken, or I wasn’t at least
Could this mean my mouth will turn to a beak?
Will I lay eggs forever and ever?
And will I grow wings and be covered in feathers?
That doesn’t sound great, but at least I could fly!
Wait, chickens don’t fly, at least not that high
Maybe I won’t have to worry, shh, listen
I think I just heard mom say dinner is chicken
Oh, no…
Posted Nov 11, 2016, 4:33 AM UTC · edited
I hate kids. But I love this poem.