I Hate Being Sick

I hate being sick, I don't do it well. My private pity party Is going just swell. I cough and I sneeze, My nose is running away. I've taken my cold meds Trying to keep it at bay. I hate having a cold And feeling so weak. At least this fever Has reached it's peak. I must end this poem now, You know how it goes. It's time to get up again And go blow my nose.