Excuses, Excuses
I couldn't do my homework.
I had asthma and choking.
I had nosebleeds, illness, heat rash,
with some very painful sneezing,
and itchy skin with cracks-
oh so blotchy red and crusty-
high fever and toothaches,
and a patch of poison ivy,
eight spider bites and enough to lose my hair,
and a broken leg with scabies,
Bumbs that made my body like Rocky Mountian,
and a full-blown case of rabies.
I suffered-it was awful-
but I'm feeling better now.
Could I have done my homework?
No, I really don't see how.
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