by Maggie Boleyn Rn

I cannot go to school today,” said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, a gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet. My throat is dry. I’m going blind in my right eye. …” The list of aches, pains and ailments goes on and on. That is until little Peggy – in Shel Silverstein’s classic children’s poem Sick – discovers that it’s Saturday. Peggy’s the personification of lots of kids who “fake sick” to get out of going to school.