Kevin was grumpy that day
He hadn’t gone out for his play
He growled and he grumbled,
Wouldn’t talk, only mumbled,
Even when he had something to say.

Kevin was sick with a cold.
He was young to be feeling so old.
He coughed and he sneezed,
Even started to wheeze.
His lungs felt covered in mould

Kevin was angry and sad.
Being ill was making him mad.
It just didn’t seem fair.
There was no known repair
For fixing the illness he had.

Kevin hated lying in bed,
With closed eyes ‘cause the light hurt his head.
He wanted to rise,
But couldn’t devise
A way to stop feeling like lead

Kevin’s nose was red raw,
It was certainly terribly sore.
And his throat was ablaze,
Had been for days,
It was too big a pain to ignore.

Kevin believed that he smelt,
Almost as bad as he felt,
A sick sort of smell,
That let out a yell
As bold as an angry skunk’s pelt.

Kev kept a bell by his side
Which he rang many times with some pride,
His Mom would then run,
Anything for her son,
The housework would just have to slide.

Kevin eventually slept
His Mom was so glad that she wept
This could be the sleep
Making Kev’s health complete,
And cure how she felt so inept.

Kevin felt special though sick
With his head as thick as a brick
‘Cause when all’s said and done
Being pampered by Mom
Is something most sick people pick.