Under the Weather
I think I might be getting sick –
I’m cold and oh, so tired,
For nature played a dirty trick
So in the muck I’m mired.
A little cough can’t keep me in –
I’d plans I’d had for ages;
Ignoring signs means you can’t win –
So sayeth all the sages.
And so I met my friend to walk,
The park our destination.
We filled the day with catch-up talk;
I had no hesitation.
But now I’m home and freezing cold
And bundled in a sweater.
Some soup will place the germs on hold –
Tomorrow hope I’m better.
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