MitsBits

That morning, I walked out of Mary's house thinking only of pale daisies and how to get home. The sun was shining brightly above, and there was not a cloud in sight. I shielded my eyes from the sudden brightness and looked down at the pavement instead. The sun was supposed to make you feel better – cheerier, but the small bits of grass growing in between the cracks were nice too.  Mary had said that I could stay in her house as long as I needed to, but she had places to be. I didn't need a sitter, and she had to put bread on the table. Mary was a good friend.  She didn't mind the phone calls at 3:00 in the morning. Sometimes, for the li

I feel icky, Oh so icky, I feel icky and sickly and lame, And I want pity for going into work today. I feel lazy, Oh so lazy, It's crazy how lazy I feel, And so icky That no work will get done today. See the icky girl in that office there? Who can that disgruntled girl be? Such an icky face, Such an icky look, Such an icky scowl, Such an icky me! I feel uneasy, And so ailing Feel all queasy and wailing when I sneeze For I'm infected By an icky, horrible disease!