Phil Soar

Gold Star - 56,388 Points (28.06.1952)

The Cold - Poem by Phil Soar

And so a cold developed, even though the weather's fine
And lots of unexpected gunk, flows from this nose of mine
A plethora of germs and grime, attack my every vein
And for an ugly week or two, I will not feel the same

Keeping distance from the people that are close to me
I wallow in self pity, and enjoy no company
Feeling oh so sorry for the way my body aches
Feed a cold they say, so I have eaten many cakes!

In just a few more days the dryness will affect my nose
And bogies will begin to harden, and the flushes close
And I will feel much better and my partner shout and cheer
And hope that is the last of it, for perhaps another year

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 12, 2015

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