A little bit of puke on the couch
continuous coughing makes them say ouch
three little boys lying in beds
three little boys with very sore heads
Some more sick found on the floor
even more by the bedroom door
I think that's more in the shoe
why can't they just go to the loo
And the coughing starts again
the tears are pouring down like rain
temperatures going up and down
staying off school makes them frown
A lot of whinges and a groan
don't like the colour of skin tone
I'll phone the doctor just in case
this cold gets more outrageous
Cough cough hack wrretch and wheeze
can I get more medicine please
mummy my throats really sore
and I'm boiling to the core
Mummy can I get my inhaler
I look at him getting paler
I'm now shivering and starting to freeze
Can you put on the heating please.
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Author:
mammyo3 (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2017 16:50
- Comment from author about the poem: Mambo number 5 by Lou Bega was on the radio when the kids were ill and this ended up getting sung as the alternative version. This is part of a collection I done, never published just written in a book called the mad mum collection, poems by a demented housewife, just a bit of fun and something for the kids to read when they are older.
- Category: Family
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Comments1
I can relate to this one. Poor little ones and poor Mom. 🙂
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