a Cry for help

ON
THE
BRIGHT
SIDE

My throat it hurts
My head it pounds
I've got a rash
I shake at sounds.

Blood pressure's high
My knees go weak
A fevered brow
My joints they creak.

"Oh, doctor, please
From my description --
Can you just write
A nice prescription?"

"For heaven's sake,"
I heard him sigh,
"When school gets out
You mothers try...

To get from me
A soothing balm
To dull your pains
Or make you calm.

It's just a reaction,
I know it's a bummer,
You're merely allergic
To kids home for summer."

I leap with joy
Like a ballet dancer
School is out
I've kids, not cancer!