Poultice Poem by Justin Reamer

Poultice



You seem rather sick,
Sick with a head cold or a sinus infection,
With a fever burning out of the wazoo,
So I will apply this poultice to you,
Something made out of silk,
Cloth, and whatnot,
To provide medical treatment to you.
I hope it helps you.

Friday, December 20, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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