me sugar plum, my daddy called me sweets.
“honey bunch, your cheeks are red as beets”.
it special to have nicknames that were yummy,
I threw up and had problems with my tummy.
I didn't know
And I was scared.
days ago when I felt hot inside.
I was thirsty, I
hungry, but no matter how I tried,
I felt empty in
belly, I felt dizzy in my head.
I drank gallons
ice water, I ate six slices of bread.
Except I peed a
mama who called Dr. Pringlefest,
Who examined all
body parts and took some blood to test.
This blood was
of sugar plums and sweets and honey too.
It had swiped
of my nicknames, I did not know what to do.
And so I
And got scolded.
The sugar in
belonged in fudge and candy canes,
But instead it
itself at home and kept me in its chains.
It sent me to
hospital, it made me feel quite crummy.
You might think
exaggerate but it was not so funny.
I want some
And I want it to
last year again.
my tiredness and thirst and stomach troubles,
Were just like
of Grandpa Fred who blows impressive bubbles.
My gramps has
though the name I find misleading,
'Cause he's not
he's not beat, and he is rarely teasing.
I really wish
it was called
diabetes seems to often run in families,
Fred has got it, and since
both our names
Then it makes
sense they tell me that I have so many symptoms,
And they say
learn to live with it, I needn't be a victim.
I didn't like
news at all
And so I cried.
I'd done something quite bad that must have caused it,
But my dad said
no, it's not because I tripped Priscilla Faucett.
He told me that
pancreas, a part that lives inside me,
it ought to and was acting very whiney.
I never knew
insulin, a hormone that is busy
to it, so you won't go in a tizzy.
sugar doesn't know quite what to do,
So it backs up
the blood stream causing problems by the slew.
I was very angry.
I pity my
in permanent confusion,
But with it not
insulin, I've come to a conclusion.
I will have to
this hormone in my body through injections,
And I'll have to
to test my blood by following directions.
I was NOT
like me, I talk like me, I burp like me.
I learned that
has not changed the me I used to be.
You may be
of getting it from playing Pokemon with me,
But that will
happen-this disease is quite persnickety.
I guess I'd
get used to it
if it's going to
too much insulin is swimming in my bloodstream,
And I may act
or sweaty, or I may be lost in daydream.
I have learned
I must eat something that's sweet,
So if you're
please help me when I look white as a sheet.
are some good
Now that I
I am kinder to my body,
And my teacher's
cool about it, "thank you, Mr. Schnoddy",
Since I don't
sweets and nacho chips I really stay quite healthy,
and lots of sleep, I think I'm pretty wealthy.
that I'll get by with a little help from my friends.
Thanks for being