Cold

Cold

Oh jeez! Oh jeez!
I’ve got the sniffy wheeze
Such terrible, terrible cold
The evil oh-so-bold.
Help! I think I’m losing my nerves

Each loud and nasty sneeze,
Behind each breathy wheeze,
Creates a pandemonic hustle
Within the bodies fat and muscle
And battling, from fat, they turn to curves.

Oh Tumor! So benign,
Or malignant with time
And the deadly, deadly Cancer,
The wicked, wicked prancer.
Even you, so blood thirsty, have a cure!

But cold, oh-so-common,
Catching John, Eva and Norman
Alike with fathers and mothers
Daughters, sons and all the others,
We can’t get rid of you, that’s one thing for sure.

Mr. Cold! Mr. Cold!
The stranger of the viral fold
What kind of man is he?
Who drains human energy?
And with none is he ever so formal.

Seven days of nasal leak
(Boy! That’s sneezing for a week!)
Fighting the deadly virus out,
Throughout this dirty, phlegm-filled bout,
I go through, till I become normal.

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This poem is a tribute, to my eternal boyfriend, Mr.Cold
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