A Poem By Julia

I cannot go to school today

I’m far too sick so stay away

I cannot even go and play

Don’t make me go to school

 

I can’t get out of my own bed

My head feels like it’s stuffed with lead

The thermometer is turning red

Don’t make me go to school

 

My nose drips like a waterfall

I cannot stop it, not at all

The tissue pile is ten feet tall

Don’t make me go to school

 

My stomach hurts

My joints ache

My throat, it burns

Like Mom’s last cake

 

My temperature is 103

I’m turning green as you can see

Something’s swelling on my knee

Don’t make me go to school

 

What’s that you say?

It’s Saturday!?

Bye now, I’m going out to play. 

 

 

Julia Lovelle Mortenson

                                                        05.14.2013

Julia's Language Arts class has a contest to see who can write the best poem in one night.  Julia came home and wrote this in just a few minutes.   She takes after her Grandma Mortenson when it comes to writing.