2014: Day 78

Type: Poetry
Format: Poetry
Info: I have a really bad cold ;-(

I think I’m dying, I’m really ill,

won’t someone save me with a magic pill.

My nose is running, it will not stop,

if it gets any worse I’ll need a mop.

I know that’s a bad rhyme, but I do not care,

you know I’m dying, I have no prayer.