Weathering a Cold

The weather on Friday was nice To the outdoors it would surely entice But as I lay in bed With a cold in my head An open patio door would have to suffice “Who gave me this cold?” I cried As germs gave immunity a ride Whether Kleenex is flung or I cough up a lung Mucinex is swallowed with a deep sigh I had hoped the week wouldn’t end this way When a sore throat made itself known onRead more