Sniffles, sniffles everywhere
And not a tissue anywhere
I will not wipe it on my shirt
Not even in the dirt
( nothing to do with the poem but it's like an intermission..this is starting to sound like Dr.Seuss)
I don't want to wipe it on my friend
Because then my arm might break and bend
I am not to happy with the snot
Although that'd be cool in a knot
I am sad and grumpy everyday
So please cold, go away
You are my biggest enemy
And I always have to pee
They say to drink more liquids
But nothing rhymes with liquids
The Doctor will tell me to get some rest
But I think that my dad knows best
Vitamin C is the way to go
And that's what you need to do
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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4 comments:
Haha. Nice poem Mal. Very inspiring! =P
Yea, colds can get nasty and messy! I just use tree bark for tissues.
How do people with nose rings cope with colds?
well that's a very good question you ask, Mrs. Krieger. I'm not really sure though, to be honest. We will have to ask someone that has one.
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