Poema de mi infancia

Me acuerdo que cuando estaba en primero de bachillerato (en Miami) veía una materia llamada Language Arts y tenía una profe que se llamaba Miss Valdes-Recio (o algo así) y ella me presentó a la poesía infantil y siempre me acuerdo del poema que era sobre una niña que decía que estaba enferma y tenía todas las posibles enfermedades y de repente se daba cuenta que era sábado y de repente ya no tenía nada y salía a jugar.

Pues lo encontré!!! Nunca pensé que lo volvería a leer pero gracias a las maravillas del internet, lo encontré. Aqui está para los que les interese. Es algo que me da buenos recuerdos.


I Cannot Go To School Today!
by Shel Silverstein

"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 leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the 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 toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice 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!"