Tuesday, January 13, 2009

In sickness and in health

There once was a girl with bronchitis
resulting from bad gingivitis:
she had such a cough
that her head popped right off,
and teeth flew both leftus and rightus.

Her wife (herself wracked with pneumonia)
slapped her forehead and was heard to groan-ia
“Oh, no! With my wheezes
or a fit of the sneezes
I worry that I got some onia.”

“Never fear,” said Wife One with great vigor;
“It matters not WHAT pulled the trigger.
Put to rest your compunction;
what we need is an unction
that’ll keep us from becoming sigger.

I’m sure there’s a cure pharmaceutical;
don’t gnaw on your very last cuticle!
We agreed, when we married,
we’d both bear what each carried.
Now gimme a smooch matrimootical!”

7 comments:

Songbird said...

So, you're delirious. Right?

FranIAm said...

Aaawwww, that is sweet.

Feel better.

Choralgirl said...

Thanks, Fran. :-)

Songbird--for DAYS now.

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

I'm sorry you're both so sick.

I love the poem, though.

Processing Counselor said...

Take two aspirin and call me in the morning.

Diane said...

creativity in the midst of suffering. isn't that always the way?

Hope you both are better soon!

Diane Vogel Ferri said...

Love it ! You're so clever!