Glossary entry (derived from question below)
Polish term or phrase:
Palec i głowka to szkolna wymówka
English translation:
My finger hurts and my head aches are fake excuses a student makes.
Polish term
Palec i głowka to szkolna wymówka
Propozycje podane poniżej pochodzą ze słowników PWN-Oxford i KFD:
1. pretended sickness is a loafer's best excuse
2. children will use or invent any excuse to avoid doing their schoolwork
3. a sore finger and a headache are standard excuses for not going to school
Co jeszcze?
Dziękuję.
Nov 28, 2022 05:23: Frank Szmulowicz, Ph. D. Created KOG entry
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Discussion
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more—that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut—my eyes are blue—
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke—
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
https://poets.org/poem/sick