My Cold Poem by robin dyer

My Cold



i have this terrible thing
they call it a cold
just where i got it
i really do not know
perhaps it was given
to me by a friend
if this is true i swear
they must be a fiend
my eyes are so itchy
theyre driving me mad
my throat is as scratchy
as a brillo pad
my nose dosent even
feel like a nose
instead it keeps making
something so gross
ive begun to think
something quite obsene
if i give it to someone
will it leave me be?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suman Kumar Das 26 November 2013

i got frozen after reading such beautifully expressed lines................. superb! Checkout mine!

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