Tis The Season

I have a nasty cold,
I’m really sad to say,
If I didn’t feel so poorly,
I might ask you to stay.
Don’t want you to catch it,
It’s really not much fun,
I have a nasty cold,
So maybe you should run.

I have a runny nose,
it’s really such a pain,
always needing tissues,
no use being vain.
I know it’s no excuse,
that my lips are chapped and red,
but I have a runny nose,
and a really stuffy head.

My eyes are really teary,
can’t even see your face,
don’t know what you’re wearing,
and sort of feel misplaced.
But you insist I read,
some words I cannot see,
my eyes are really teary,
and you’re irritating me.

My ears are clogged and muffled,
still you talk an endless stream,
not seeming to make any sense,
I’m trying not to scream.
When did you get so wordy,
I can barely hear a sound,
my ears are clogged and muffled,
you should be gagged and bound.

My throat and glands are swollen,
my ears are stuffed for sure,
my eyes are filled with water,
for this there is no cure.
And though I suffer through this,
it doesn’t bother you,
I have a nasty cold,
and I hope you get one too.

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