| HONEY, HONEY, BABY ME! Honey, honey, baby me, I don't feel good today. My throat's kinda scratchy, I'm in a real bad way. And Hon, please call in for me, tell them maybe it's the flu. Gee, I'm not really hungry, but I should eat a bite or two. Maybe some eggs and ham, and an English buttered well, and a little coffee with cream, and oh, that little dinner bell. Please fluff up my pillow for me, and I'll need the paper, Hon. Maybe a couple more pillows, and the blinds - there's too much sun. Be sure to bring over the guide, and the remote control, too. I may want to watch some TV, and I won't want to bother you. And once you get me settled, I'll be just fine until lunch, And I can always ring the bell if I need you, Honey Bunch. Oh, and I'll need a basin, and a soft wash cloth,too. And a nice clean tee shirt, gee, I sure hate troubling you. You should check my temp, maybe I need some kind of pill, It's such a pain in the butt, I just hate being this ill. And thanks, Hon, for babying me, though I know how you love to. And if you ever get sick one day, Honey, I'll do the same for you. copyright 2001 by Roland Ricker Click here for Selected Poems of Roland Ricker |
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