I wouldn’t want to live in there.
If I could fly most anywhere.
But cold germs like to live in snot,
And that’s something I have a lot,
Of based on how much I’m blowing,
Into my tissue. It’s really flowing.
I sneeze, I cough, my nose is red.
My ears pop when I move my head.
I’m tired. I just sit and yawn.
Tomorrow I hope my cold is gone.
Copyright CM Dixon Jan 2013