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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem