Miss Polly Had A Dolly Who Was Sick, Sick, Sick

[ailbhe]

She's ill, and she's sleeping, and I've drugged her up good. She's refusing to eat all her usual food. She's snotty, and whingy, and restless, and weak; she's tiring, and loathsome - she's been like this all week.

I'm thinking of drinking; I'm trying some wine. If that doesn't work, I'll try whiskey next time... I've tried tea and coffee, and chocolate and cake, but I can see now that it's drink it'll take.

Comments

[mollydot.livejournal.com]

Is the last paragraph poetry or coincidence?

[murphymom.livejournal.com]

The whole thing is poetry - check out the internal rhyme scheme in the first two sentences.


Ailbhe, I don't know how you do it - thank you for sharing.

[ailbhe]

It just sort of *happens*. I think in various kinds of rhyme. Perhaps this should have been posted in lnc.

[livi-short.livejournal.com]

Noe that is one i would put in the book. :-)

will email you master Higgins Seniors contact details as i have just been given them.

[mollydot.livejournal.com]

It's your way with words that made me read your journal. One of the first things I remember reading was just about putting out the recycling, but you wrote it in a way that made me want to read more.

Re: Miss Polly Had A Dolly Who Was Sick, Sick, Sick

[pir-anha.livejournal.com]

*heh*. my kind of pometry!

hope she gets better real soon now.