Verse 11

Bunged up, blocked nose but still working
Sniffling, my snozzle is snotty and icky
Tissues in shreds, torn, and tattered – nose red
Throat dry, thick with phlegm, thudding bonce
I can’t think for catarrh, caught up in its web
so sneezing sickness I stumble to bed

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2 thoughts on “Verse 11

  1. Hope you’re feeling better by now and over the worst. A good poem, perfectly depicts the misery of a very bad cold. Sympathy for your suffering and admiration for the stoicism and skill of poetry.

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