My Cold

My Cold


Oh yuck! I have a cold,
It’s getting very old,
Ten thousand tissues by the bed,
My nose it runs; the nostrils red,
I cough, and cough; my voice is hoarse,
I sound just like a frog, of course,
No intellect; each thought it dims,
As through the inward fog it swims,
This little virus has its ways,
To hold me in its dull malaise,
I have one goal to fight it off,
This runny nose, and raspy cough,
I know I will be well someday,
Until I do I have to say,
Oh yuck, I have a cold,
It’s getting very old!


Peter Lowell Paulson
October 25, 2012