My head, it hurts
My spirts are lo
My voice, it sounds like Cigar Aunt Flo
My vision swims like a swarm of Nexis
My hankie is the size of Texas
My eyes are red
My feet are cold
I am not someone youd like to hold
A-choo! and Honk! And now my story is all told
2 comments:
Your tale of woe,
makes me pity you so.
Your sniffling and sneezing,
coughing and wheezing
makes me think hot tea and whiskey
aren't too risky when you by a cold are laid low.
hmmmm it's ok for about a minutes thought.
take it easy chica. love, tonia
Nice!!!!
And don't worry, that's not an image of me there.
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