As a man I don’t do illness very well, so needless to say my recent cold has been in my opinion a brush with death.
To celebrate my recovery here’s a poem.
Lurking in my mucous membrane
Causing me to cough and hack.
Posh people call you sputum
What’s the deal with that..
You’re phlegm !
You’re the cause of my soggy hanky
And the reason my sinks blocked.
Malicious little green goblins
Shoot everywhere when I cough…
I’m living on a diet of cough sweets
Soiled hankies fill my laundry bin.
My throat feels like sandpaper
What a state I’m in…
I hate phlegm.