Poetry

Yesterday I was sick, a horrible problem,
My lungs were all scrambled, no idea how to solve 'em.
To the doctor I went, though with much hesitation,
Shots and weigh-ins are freaky, stress my situation.
But the doctor was nice, and I weighed less than I thought,
No shots were given, just needed some medicine I bought.
The cough syrup was nasty, but helped me to nap,
On a cute boy's chest, Gregor must think me a sap!
I feel so much better, truly healed from affliction,
Now I must teach mid-schoolers, give them some attention.

(Yeah, I know its not very good, but whatever. I really feel tons better!)