Working in retail means I get exposed to whatever virus is currently making the rounds. Turns out there is a vicious head cold out there. Trust me on this.

The Plague Day One

I have a plague within my nose,
A nasty common cold.
It runs and stuffs and blocks and hurts,
This joke is getting old,

I hate it when I feel like this,
My brain is in a fog.
I cannot think or focus much,
I am sick as a dog.

The truth is that my dog does not,
Have any plague at all.
I have enough for both of us,
As sicker still I fall.

To write this verse takes all my strength,
It’s all my brain can do.
I hope you do not get this plague,
I’d not wish it on you.

So now I go to rest my head,
Perhaps a nap to take.
I hope my drugs will do their job,
Fix this crap ere I wake.

Cheers, Winston