Oh Well Maybe

When I was sick and in my reclining chair With the remote tucked in my _curve Box of Kleenex in reserve How I longed for the freedom of the out of doors To run across the meadow of spring Blow, sniff, only dreams To touch on the Japanese Magnolia's buds _blooms Enjoy the aroma of the wafting scent of the Narcissus Feel the delicate softness of the Daffodils golden flowers Grandmas, baby sitters, and pastors' wives don't have __noses All red from blowing the crud that has accumalated They are a joy to be around almost float on air That wonderful angelic expression on their faces Oh! Where is that box of Kleenex Blow sniff exhaustion I need some sleep and rest from the hacking Maybe one more nap and I will be cured There was some orange juice but my sick husband drank it all up Oh well!....Maybe