Thursday 12 April 2018

Today's Poem: A cold

It's just a cold; it's a miserable thing:
It bungs up your sinus, can't stop your nose running;
why does it follow the same uncomfortable trend?
When all you want is for it to end?
Drink lots of water, drink plenty of juice;
Take paracetamol, or brandy as an excuse.
It lasts a few days, and also some nights,
With sweaty chills, nothing seems right!
It's a goddamn cold! It's not the flu -
I hate it when it makes me to ... ah ...ah ...atchoo!!