Geronimo Gets Chicken Pox.

When our Furry Friend Geronimo,

Got out of bed one day,

He had an itchy feeling,

Which wouldn’t go away.

"Oh bother!" he groaned miserably,

"I’ve scratched myself red raw,

But exactly what is going on,

I really can’t be sure!"

"The only thing I’m certain of,

Is something isn’t right,"

So he glanced into the mirror,

And then jumped back in fright.

"Oh goodness me!" wailed Teddy,

"This has only made things worse,

It seems I’ve been a victim,

Of a rather spooky curse!"

"My body’s been invaded,

By some very ugly spots,

And to my utter horror,

There are lots and lots and lots!"

He opened up his bedroom door,

And hollered "Help me Jane,

Something terrible has happened,

So now I’m under strain!"

The little girl came running in,

"Whatever’s wrong?" asked she,

"I heard you scream the place down,

And it really startled me."

But when she saw the ugly spots,

She patted his small head,

"It’s chicken Pox", she told him,

"You must get back in bed!"

"You’re joking!" Bear retorted,

"It’s a lovely, sunny day,

The last thing I intend to do,

Is sleep my time away!"

"I’m sorry," Smiled Jane sadly,

"I know this seems unfair.

But your spots are quite infectious,

So you can’t go anywhere!"

"I’ll tuck you in!" she added,

"And then call Doctor John,

I promise In a few days time,

Those spots will all be gone."

Geronimo was unimpressed,

"What good is that?" He said,

But on seeing she was serious,

He hopped straight back in bed!

Jane kissed him on the forehead,

And went to make the call,

She begged "Please help my little Bear,

As he’s not well at all!"

When Doctor John looked at the spots,

He told her "You were right,

But just cover them with calamine,

And keep him tucked up tight!"

"Chin up," he said to Teddy,

(As he headed out the door,)

"You’ll be fit again in no time,

Of that I am quite sure!"

When the friends were all alone again,

Jane went to make some soup,

But our grumpy little Hero,

Was still far from cock a hoop!

"It’s all right for them," he murmured,

Rolling over on his side,

"But until I can play football,

I won’t be satisfied!"

Feeling very disappointed,

He curled up in a heap,

And before he even realised,

He’d drifted off to sleep.

The first day dragged so slowly,

But over the next few,

Bear started to perk up a bit,

The way that patients do.

His owner spoiled him rotten,

She hugged him every day,

They’d solve a lot of puzzles,

And eat breakfast from a tray.

She’d also take his temperature,

And make him cups of tea,

He grinned "No doubt about it,

This life is suiting me!"

But just a few days later,

Our Chum got out of bed,

Then he looked into the mirror,

"My spots have gone!" he said.

His mate came in the bedroom,

And confirmed that it was true,

She beamed "You’re right my Darling,

And I’m so pleased for you!"

Geronimo gave her a kiss,

And then he yelled "Hooray,

Now that I’m feeling better,

I can go straight out to play!"

THE END.