Sick: A Poem

October tenth, I woke up,

Feeling ready like a pup.

It was the ZongHe test,

I was ready to do my best.

Breakfast came along,

someone was singing a song.

It was "Like A Virgin", no doubt,

and his voice was like sauerkraut*.

I went up my room,

and felt like my doom.

It was my stomach, I surmised,

so I kept it a secret and eventually went flipside!

I finally told ma,

but she had no time to scream, "WAH!",

and gave me medication,

to ease the pain and irritation.

Twelve the clock ticked,

and I still felt sick.

So I went to puke,

and it felt like rebuke.

I went to school,

keeping my cool.

I still barfed when I arrived,

but I still went up alive.

I slept and slept,

until one forty-five crept.

To mark the start of the test,

I gathered strength to try my best.

I felt numb and nauseous,

and I went out cautious.

For I was in a state of wooziness,

to the point of unconsciousness.

I rang my mom promptly,

and she came to school instantly.

I packed my stuff and left,

in a hurry like I committed theft.

I went back half in rue,

but in bed I stuck like glue.

I slept and slumbered,

and a fever suddenly occured.

It fluctuated and normalized,

and made me feel hypnotized.

At one point it was already thirty nine...

point eighty-nine.

But morning came,

and I came to blame,

a Krispy Kreme beignet**,

for which I skipped my ZongHap test.

I'm going to test it,

after the English bit.

Indirectly after Araling Panlipunan,

sometime in the hapun-an.

*chopped cabbage pickled in brine

**doughnut/donut