Two quick poems about having a cold (as I do right now).
mucus mucus go away
and come back some other day
when I have less work to do
or when I've bought more soft tissue Snot, snot, there's quite a lot
blow your nose till it glows
red and sore go to the store
for more meds you feel so dead
damn this cold I'd sell my soul
for less congestion here's the question
what can I take to end this ache?