Ode to Sickness

What is the best way to spend lazy days of bed rest? Writing poems, of course!

I looked at the thermometer

Eager to know if I have a fever

I drowned it in my armpit

And waited for a minute

I read the numbers

38.7 degrees Celsius it whispers

Shocked to know I have a fever

But glad it wasn’t from Justin Bieber

I felt the headache

Also the distributed muscle aches

I twisted and turned

Until the most comfortable position I earned

I was in bed for hours

It felt like I was behind bars

The sickness came to stay

I’ll pay just to make it go away!

Its been three days since the day it came

Thank God I feel less lame

But I wonder when I will be

Good as new just like a baby

-Ode to Sickness, an original