COMMON COLD
Over one hundred strains of virus
Each one belongs to the cold family
Another season is about to unfold
It’s time to take your medicine
Can feel it in the throat
Like chewed grass from a goat
A drip that lingers
Like pain in your finger
No coughing today
Sneezing has begun
It’s headed this way
The nose has started to run
Here comes the common cold
More medicine to be sold
It’s going to takes its toll
Let the truth be told
The pills are lined up like solders
Waiting for a parade review
I’m headed to bed
Before my face gets red
Pressure that needs a release
Sinuses that are congested
Like traffic that can’t see
Rush hour in NYC
2/12/09
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