feeling a little under the weather

I've been sick this week and thought this poem was appropriate. Enjoy!

"My voice was raspy, rough, and cracked.

I said, 'I am a little hoarse.'

They stuck a saddle on my back

And jumped on me--and now, of course,

They trot me and they gallop me,

They prance me up and down the town

Yellin', 'Giddy up, little hoarse.'

(Some things don't mean the way they sound.)"

-Little Hoarse, Shel Silverstein