![]() ATISHOO!A Poem by Viv Wade![]() That foul pestilence...![]() I’ve come
down with another cold! My
husband is to blame. He came
down with it on Monday, So now
I’ve done the same. I know
that when you’re married You
should share your goods and wealth, But his
germs are one thing I wish
he’d keep all to himself.
My head
is full of cotton wool, My nose
runs like a tap, My throat’s
as rough as sandpaper, I really
feel like crap! My body aches from head to toe, I’m in a
lot of pain, I feel
like I am dying, But I’m
not one to complain.
I’ve
dosed myself with Lemsip, Got some
Strepsils for my throat, To stop
myself from shivering, I’m
sleeping in my coat. I’ve
rubbed some Vick’s all over, It is such a soothing balm. I exude
so much vapour I’ve set
off the smoke alarm!
Because
my nose is blocked, I didn’t
sleep a wink last night. Air
rattled up my left nostril, And
whistled down my right. I’m not
going to work, Though
they’ll be cross if I’m not there, But to
spread this round the office - That just
would not be fair!
I always
meet those people Who say
“Here’s what you should do, Just take
some echinacea, And
you’ll never have the flu!” While
others swear by garlic, Or red
onion with honey, Or horseradish
- I’ve tried them all, So why’s
my nose still runny? We’re
living in a golden age Of
science and invention, Advancements
in technology Too
numerous to mention. But
listen, all you scientists, If I may
make so bold, If you’re
so bloody clever,
Then
please, cure the common cold! © 2016 Viv WadeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorViv WadeBlack Country, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutI always thought I’d like to write A bestseller or two, So I resolved to have a go, And see what I could do. I got my trusty laptop out, Placed it on the table, Plugged it in to charge it .. more..Writing
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