The Cold Bug
A little germ to bring you down
Just when you think you're going to town
A most unwelcome, uninvited guest
One that robs you of much-needed rest
You cough, you wheeze, you sniffle and sneeze
Symptoms flare up at the least hint of a breeze
Your throat's dry; it cracks
There's a pain in your back
Your n's sound like d's
You can barely say 'l'
Why can't this wee bug
Go directly to Hell?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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