Poem 128 - Chicken Pox

Mr. Smith ate fried sausages on a hot evening

But soon he fell sick, poor old thing

And guess what? He got chicken pox

In a few minutes he was on the bed, on his leg there were socks

Mr. Smith crept out of bed, looked in the mirror, saw pox on his face

He heard his wife coming, jumped on the bed with some great pace

His wife put a thermometer in his mouth, Mr. Smith chewed it

His wife saw him chewing and was in a big fit

He thought he could cure himself by covering the pox with white paint

When his wife saw him she did faint

Oh! Really Mr. Smith why are you such a silly man

In fact when he recovered his wife was after him with a saucepan

One morning Mr. Smith was so hungry he ate pepper and salt

His wife saw it and immediately to it she put a halt

Oh! Mr. Smith funniest of the funny

And that day he thought that a ball of cotton was a bunny

-Gaurang Rao

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