A Bad Illness

October 20, 2015

My teeth are yellow

My feet are green

What an interesting sight to be seen

My toes are black

My hands are white

I hope I can still fly a kite

I have a bad illness

Where I turn odd colors

I hope it's not contagious

Oh no! You're purple!

Your teeth are pink

Your feet are gray

I hope this disease only lasts one day

Your toes are red

Your hands are maroon

Your face is blue

Or is that just you?

I don't know what it is

But, I have a bad illness

And by your looks,

You do too!

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