The morning I got my shots
Dad demonstrated how he thought the day would go.
Later that day I developed a slight fever,
and as the day waned-so did my disposition...
"Mom I don't feel good...
...and my legs hurt...
...wait...I think it's getting better...
...Nope, I was wrong! WaaahhhHHHHH!"
"I'm NOT happy, not happy at all!"
