Liar Liar Pants On Fire
You can only get chicken pox once.
Liar. Liar. Pants on fire.
Not funny to me.
I have had chicken pox twice.
I have had a form of chicken pox called slap cheek.
I have had shingles twice.
so liar, liar, pants on fire.
I am exhausted.
This lastest bout has taken all of my energy.
I am a sad rag doll who can barely walk.
My thinking is not sound.
I am sad.
I have to know it cannot happen again.
Five times was more than enough.
It has undone me.
I am not sure I can ever be put back together again.
Cyclones. Bad.
Typhoons. Bad.
Hurricanes. Bad.
Shingles. Worse.
Four Saturdays of pure misery.
Summer vacation ruined.
You only get chicken pox once.
Liar. Liar. Pants on fire.
Not funny to me.
Not in the least.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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