Chickenpox High
CHICKENPOX HIGH
I caught chicken pox from
My son,
Oh what fun!
I was thirty five and spots,
Enveloped me from each hair follicle
On my head,
Right down to in between every toe,
I had to stay in bed!
My thesis for my Honours degree
In Sociology
Was due in a week’s time,
I had a raging temperature, and
Floating quite high,
Hallucinating I was about to climb,
The Peloponnese,
I got to the top with such ease!
My spots were itching and
Driving me mad,
But knew if I scratched them,
I would scar,
And in my delirious state,
Thought, how could I then become,
A superstar!
I applied tons of calamine lotion,
Gently, for the genie in my dream,
Whispered seductively it was a love potion!
A mermaid beckoned me to follow,
Her,
Which I did, and was joined by Garfield,
Whose purr,
I could distinctly hear,
And who stared at me grinning from
Ear to ear!
Even Asterix paid me a visit,
And we went to a rock concert,
Together, we both got in with only,
One ticket!
In my feverish state I was confused,
Who was who,
Garfield, Asterix I groaned,
I have a thesis to finish!
They handed me a completed piece
Of work that was half in French and half
In English.
The following day I began to feel better,
And completed my thesis,
For my honours degree,
In Sociology.
I Passed and graduated, and in my
Dream that same night,
Acknowledged that all three,
Of us graduated together in this
Frantic plight.
Thanks guys,
The next morning I woke up,
Teary eyed!
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