A Poem
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‘Twas a week before Christmas, and in da Jen’s house,
Gizmo curled sleeping with his catnip-filled mouse
whilst alone at her ‘puter, his mistress did wheeze
behind clutches of tissue to catch the next sneeze.
The thermometer read at one hundred and two,
and poor Jen didn’t know just what she was to do.
She had presents to wrap yet, and cookies to bake,
but none could happen while her head continued to ache.
She was coughing so much that it made her chest sore
and would be lucky just to make it to the drug store.
For three days plus a weekend she’d stayed home from work
(minus an hour this afternoon–she couldn’t be a jerk
for she had to make sure that the teachers got paid
Else what a Christmas with “overdrawn” notes instead!)
The rest of that time she had laid sick in bed
with Scott checking to make sure that she wasn’t dead
and Gizmo too (through giving her nose a good licking),
but now she could hear sounds of the clocks loudly ticking
inside of her ears, how they echoed around!
It was driving her nuts with their click-clacking sound.
But ’twas just a few hours more she had to wait–
for early the next morning she had a date
to see her doctor– she could hardly wait for day
so she could get the medicine to take this sickness away!
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