Iths the Cold and Flu Theason
My nothe ith sthopped up and I can't respthire
My lungths are congeshted and all afire
My eyeths are rheumy and red
Perthspiration floods my bed
Merthy Lord! I think I'm gonna exthpire
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Righths Retherved
First Place in Gwendolyn's " The Sneezing Limerick" Contest - January 2012
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2011
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