Sick Rebecca

She screamed with a punch and a kick That she never faultered or ever got sick, So, now she's ready for a shot or a pill Poor Rebecca, has fell ill. She is a runner and a fitness coach and a trainer For her to stay in shape it is a no brainer, She dedicated her life to always stay in shape I bet that she could fly, if she only had a cape. Unto the God of fitness she never did pray Never one word of "thanks" did she ever thought or say, But, she bragged over and over with a defiant shrug That she'll never catch that nasty flu bug. Now she's lying fevered up in her bed "Cough"! "Sniffles" goes her stuffed up head, No matter the strength of the body, or the will Poor Rebecca, has fell ill. Randy L. McClave