Ode to Granddaughter M.

~~~~~M.'s Lament~~~~~


I gotta cough
I think I'm sick
I think I gotta
Lotta ick.

Maybe fever
Some asthma, Wheeze
I can't do chores
I gotta sneeze.

B. P's soaring
I'm just eleven
I'm way too young
To head for Heaven.

But......
My liver aches
It's something bad
Acting sick
Is my favorite fad.

Attention, please
I'm over here
Recovering fast
And not a tear.

Note:(M.'s maladies come and go with equal swiftness. Her knowledge of various medical problems are mostly inaccurate which can make her complaints very entertaining.)