Ah-Choo!

ah-choo
Wake me when I’m feeling better!

Clinging to a tissue box

Wrapped in blankets, robe and socks

Nose is useless for a breather

Vocal chords don’t work much either

 

Head is pounding, eyes are red

Set up shop inside my bed

Try to write but thoughts don’t come

Senses dull and brain is numb

 

Up again, I hear that soup

Cures colds, Bubonic plague, and croup

Pass a mirror- shrug and stare

Don’t care enough to brush my hair

 

Pills and steam and old wife’s tales

Nothing cures my aches and ails

Start a chore, pretend I’m fine

Dizzy, woozy, never mind

 

Crawl back to my little cave

Bed and pillow now I crave

Day is done, heads a balloon

Good night cruel world! Its only noon

 

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4 thoughts on “Ah-Choo!

  1. It’s a foggy day in Corvallis,
    And i’m Thinking of Rosie in LA
    She’s sneezin’and wheezin’ and ah choosing too
    She’s got to get better before T Day
    So here’s best wishes
    Stay warm and get well
    This is no Emily Dickinson
    And that you can tell
    It’s your x teacher
    In poetry or prose
    Here’s to you, be well, Sweet Rose.

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