A Sneezy, Coughy, Whiny Day
(a symptom, only iamb beats)
I talk through a stuffed nose
And eyes that feel the swelling from behind
It is a cold, I guess
Who couldn’t do without?
It forces slowing down, I guess
I read that Alec Guinness liked the kind
That kept the soul in bed
With a good book
(sweet irony that once I read this saw)
A challenge breathing clearly
A rheumy kind of sense
A day with some discomfort if
I move around too much
So don’t
C L Couch
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