Cold
I do not like this thing called cold
It makes me mean (or so I'm told).
My fingers and toes feel like ice
I can't get warm and that's not nice
I shiver and shake all day long
I can't even play and that's wrong
Blanket-wrapped the winter I'll spend
No more to say: this is the end
Oh I hope this isn't the end.
ReplyDeleteThis poem sums up perfectly how I feel at the moment...stupid flu virus.
And if this is based on truth, then I hope that you feel much better soon. :)