Ohhh it’s that time of year again – seem to have contracted freshers flu prematurely! Pass me the Lemsip!
I’m feeling much better after a restful weekend – I thought I’d share this silly poem 🙂
A poet with a head cold
is not so good to see
fuelled by Olbas and by Vicks
tissues to fell a tree
Cannot think of words to write
has lost their sense of meter
rhymes won’t work and sPeLing’s gone
it could be writ much neater
My brain’s contracted that’s 4 sure
and poems just turn out grotty
So I’ll just snuggle in my bed
and knock back ten hot toddies
© WoMan Flu 21.10.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 