Banal bleatings from the bleughside.

I think I have a cold

My head feels rather hot

Whenever I blow my nose

There is yucky slime green snot.

 

It isn’t what I’d planned

For my poem and ode today

I guess I’ve made a rhyme

In a rather odious way.

 

I need to see the doctor

To put my ails on hold

Before this horrid virus

Does firmly take its toll.

 

My sinus are infected

My ears are hurting too

I think my dratted cold

May actually be the flu.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

All I can muster on Day 18 of Napowrimo….

Pass the tissues please…