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The young teachers at school hold me up as a model. "I want to be like Carol," they sniffle through a wad of kleenex, "She never gets sick." That's pretty much true. After thirty some years of teaching, I have a killer immune system. And I hardly ever get sick.
I think I must have bragged too much, though. The week before break, the sixth graders were sneezing and coughing and blowing their noses, and last Saturday, the first day of vacation, I woke up with a scratchy throat. Which just kind of hung around for a couple of days, then turned into a full blown cold on Christmas Eve.
And all of a sudden, all of my plans for cleaning, and seeing friends, and catching up on my reading, and blogging have just kind of gone right out the window...
by Barbara Vance
Don't breathe next to me!
You might get me sick.
Your nose is so red
That it looks like a brick.
Your eyes are all puffy;
You're sneezing a lot.
I'm leaving the room;
I don't want what you've got.
Don't cough when I'm here--
you might pass it on.
For goodness sakes,
Cover your mouth when you yawn.
Read the rest of the poem here.
Donna Smith, who has very recently moved to Pennsylvania, is hosting Poetry Friday at Mainely Write.