Ode To The Common Cold

 

O evil creeping, skin crawling, common cold

How you make me feel like refrigerated mold

Feverish chills and oh how my nose does run

Making me ignore all that needs to be done

 

No need to shower, no way I'm going out

With Kleenex Cool Touch lodged in my snout

Snuggled on the couch in a cherry Nyquil haze

Deadlines unmet in the slow passing days

 

Mail piling up, kitchen counters a littered mess

Until I can breathe again, I couldn't care less

More Nyquil please, I'm going back to bed

Gonna sleep til all my hair is matted to my head.

 

Oh common cold, common wretched cold go away

Don't you dare come back another day!

I've too many projects that I really need to do

I can't waste one more hacking sneezing day with you.

 

LOVE  &  NYQUIL