I am squashed by sickness.
Trapped am I,
Kleenex-piled,
Juice-drowned,
Congested and pillow-bound,
Slipping into the very dark that woke me.
I wear my new fall fashion
With all the pleasure of an infant,
Squeezed into stiff baby jeans and tiny-tight tennis shoes.
...This cold looks big on me.
Give me cozy kid pajamas.
The kind with sewn-in footies
For my aching influenza toes.
SNEEZE!! goes my face,
and groannn goes my mind.
The more I grumble,
The more I find...
If sick was a person,
I would slap her in the nose
And call us even.
:P
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