A stomachache, runny nose and a pounding head.

A sneeze and a wheeze, I wished I were dead.

My forehead felt so red and so hot.

They say it's a bug, that's what I have got.

To bed I did go, with covers pulled up.

Mom’s hot chicken soup, filling up my cup.

Sleep I did seek, for a little relief.

To end my discomfort, to end my grief.

It was not to be, that night of peace.

Of mom’s soothing liquid, my stomach did release.

Up it came, like a Satanic scene.

To paint the walls a sickly puke green.

Once emptied out, I did so appeal.

A bargain with God, I wanted a deal.

The night it did pass, the sun came up bright.

I won the battle; I won my fight.

Off came the covers, I leapt like a fool

Mom smiled at me, then sent me to school.