By Shel Silverstein
My elbow is bent, my spine isn’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!”
Which of the following is true about the poem?