by Madeline

Serious sickness spitefully smothers sixteen silly snoops,

While wicked winds woefully whistle, " Whoop, whoop whoop."

Crazy cats catch the cold while chasing cuckoo clocks,

Sorry for me I feel the worse, for I have chicken pox.

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