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I have the mumps and itchy lumps, my tummy's awful sore. I have a cough, my arm's fell off, my throat is red and raw. I have big spots and polka dots, flashing before my eyes. My legs are broke, no it's no joke, as if I would tell lies. I've got the flu, Atchoo Atchoo, I'll just miss school today. Of course I'm sick, no it's no trick, oh what a thing to say. I've got the shakes and my head aches, it hurts so very bad. And what a bind, I've gone night blind, why are you laughing Dad? I almost forgot about tooth rot, and frostbite of the toes. I feel unwell, I cannot smell, because of my blocked nose. I'm far too ill to take a pill, for they just makes me gag. I feel so sick, please Daddy quick, pass me the paper bag. No need to phone Dr.SawBone, he is a busy man. I need no shots or creams for spots, just soda and a fan. My speech is slurred, my vision blurred, oh mummy I should rest. Now that's not fair, as if I'd dare, to dodge my English test. You're not impressed, I should get dressed, and stop this sad charade. My Dads no fool, he phoned the school, and said I'd overlaid.
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
I Have The Mumps
I have the mumps and itchy lumps, my tummy's awful sore. I have a cough, my arm's fell off, my throat is red and raw. I have big spots and polka dots, flashing before my eyes. My legs are broke, no it's no joke, as if I would tell lies. I've got the flu, Atchoo Atchoo, I'll just miss school today. Of course I'm sick, no it's no trick, oh what a thing to say. I've got the shakes and my head aches, it hurts so very bad. And what a bind, I've gone night blind, why are you laughing Dad? I almost forgot about tooth rot, and frostbite of the toes. I feel unwell, I cannot smell, because of my blocked nose. I'm far too ill to take a pill, for they just makes me gag. I feel so sick, please Daddy quick, pass me the paper bag. No need to phone Dr.SawBone, he is a busy man. I need no shots or creams for spots, just soda and a fan. My speech is slurred, my vision blurred, oh mummy I should rest. Now that's not fair, as if I'd dare, to dodge my English test. You're not impressed, I should get dressed, and stop this sad charade. My Dads no fool, he phoned the school, and said I'd overlaid.
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
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