Pass the Tissues
My nose is red from all the blowing
The trash has tissues overflowing
I shiver even though I'm hot
So sick of mopping up the snot
I'm taking drugs and drinking fluids
Perhaps I could be healed by Druids
I'll kill my brother, and break his knees
For passing me this foul disease.
CAB 2007
posted by Carroll @ 1:55 PM
7 Comments:
Sorry you're sick! But at least it hasn't stiffled your creativity! Love the poem. : )
Cute poem! Did you write it? You know... my nose is a bit runny today, I better NOT be getting anything, we've had enough already this year!
I'll send Aari right over. She's done a good job in the past of killing him.
he's already got her stall picked out...
I would like to see you brake John's knees!
hope you feel better shortly!
Great poem!
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