thats sick!
sore throat,runny nose
aching head,aching toes.
peeing 26 times a day
obviously things are'nt ok.
genius quack!5yrs of med scool
and i m paying for ur sauna and pool.
he pokes me wit his magic stethescope
dont want asprin just gimme the dope!
its my body and its pissed
it wants to be carressed, to be kissed.
vile tasting tonics and evil potions
loss of taste, numbing of emotions.
"stop babying me mum!"
the end has almost come
"God do wat u have to do
but wait i have to use the loo"
"i m a sinner yes! always late for mass
but wait wats that pain in my a**"
a needle-the nurse's weapon of chioce
piercing hurt and the shriek of my voice.
take me now! i m hoping and believing.
"2 pills a day and see me in the evening"
"fine! u win doc torture me wit ur voodoo charm"
i ll live on liquid food and keep warm
but i ll get u back, maybe sneeze on u
oh yes! sweet revenge" achhooo!"
Posted by in 09:16:59
reading ur poem made my day. it’s bright, funny and in perfect scheme. u hav successfully captured the sea of emotions tht runs over every person affected by the *shudder* common cold. thanks for being our voice.
thanku *blows nose*it was totally for u
well ranjita said it all… it rocked
wicked after the day ive had, someone with a sence of humour. thankyou.
awesum poem !! reality so well potrayed!! n yeah.. i love tht thing bout being late fr mass.. cn relate to it totally!!!!..umm.. actually i like being late fr mass!
this blog looks great,i hope i can read your article very soon.
hey,where are you from??can u email me please,thx