Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I just want a popsicle



So, I've been in bed for 6 of the 12 hours I've been awake today.
Yes, I'm bored out of my mind so I decided to write a little poem.
It's called : Popsicle

I've got the spring sick blues
And I need new shoes
Woke up with a fever last night
Hate bein sick, don't you?



I prayed and tried to sleep
But I just feel so weak
I didn't throwup, but can't eat a thing
My day has been quite bleak.

I called the hubby to bring
just one quite little thing
but he said no, "he had to go,
to church real early to sing"

a Popsicle, A popsicle!
Is it really that hard to drop(-sickle)
off at the house, for your poor little spouse
who just wants a fruit flavored popsicles?
I don't care what kind it is
Cherry, plain, funny or fizz
One of those rockets would do the trick
Am I not more important than your biz?

I'll continue to wait right here
I'll be laying on the couch, my dear
just please come home without empty hands
I NEED a popsicle I fear.

If you get this soon, anyone, I will pay you to bring me a box of popsicles!

3 comments:

Jill Heaton said...

I'm sorry you're not feeling well, Liv! Your poem is kind of ironic...

livvv said...

why is my poem ironic sister?

AllieKYC said...

Aw liv kevins a bum
he should've brought you 10 popsicles!!
jk but hope you're feeling better!