Sick With A Fevor

My head’s all going spinney
My forehead is on fire
My fever it is soaring
My condition turning dire

An alarmingly high temperature
I should be in my bed
But I know if I miss this test
That I will turn up dead

The numbers they mean nothing
I’ve always hated math
I’m scared to hand in my paper
And face my teacher’s wrath

My throat, it feels so scratchy
Snot leaks from my nose
I quickly lift my hand up
And hope it doesn’t show

Ten minutes left in class now
My paper it is blank
My head’s a lead weight
And to the desk it sank

Finally class is done
Now I can go home
And suffer threw my illness
All by myself, alone