I Hate Colds (Poem), by YourEyesMyWords
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Sneezing and coughing,
Im stuck in bed.
Now Ive got a headache,
with a pounding head.
Sudden chills,
with a blanket, a sweater.
Yet it's a hundred degrees,
with no air conditioner.
Moaning and groaning,
twisting and turning.
The whole world is spinning,
and now my forehead is burning.
An unhealthy fever,
and a really bad sore throat.
Getting some aspirin,
with some warm chicken broth.
The only good thing,
is that I get out of school.
But then i see all the work I missed,
which just makes everything seem uncool.
"Ugh!" and "Blah!"
are all that comes out of my mouth.
That, and the feeling of nausea,
which makes me want out.
But one thing for sure,
I will have to say.
Is that "I Hate Colds!"
and that is for any day... |
Posted: 2011-03-01 03:50:08 UTC |
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