Not Snow Again Poem by charlie sims

Snow is smooth, freezing and white.
Hopefully it snows tomorrow.
Who knows it might.
It comes down slowly, and on to the floor.
Look its here! and theres some more.
Is this a dream.
Well I dont know it looks to good to be true.
Look I've got it all over me.
And now it is all over you.
Thank god im inside, its nice and hot.
Oh no! whats that it looks like snot.
Achu achu, is this a cold, oh surely not.
My mum walks in and feels my head.
She says Charlie, Charlie you look awefully red.
Then out comes the medicine on the silver spoon.
She shouts shove it in like a rocket to the moon.
I close my eyes and clench my teeth.
In it goes now, its sunk real deep.
I slump on the setie and my eyes start to close.
So i let them, and I slowly dose.
When I wake up, im in my bed.
I jump up quick, and have a pain in my head.
Well i don't know, why does it hurt so bad?
But then again, ive got the day off school, so now im glad.