Hack, caff, a-chew!
Adother tissue, please.
I'b havig trouble breathig,
ad I can't catch every sdeeze!
Pretzels and ice cream; tissues and tea;
These are my comforts, poor sick little me.
This terrible cold didn't seem bad last week--
when it was Bill's, I thought it was meek.
Then just as I'd dreaded, infection attacked
and I found the sympathy that I had lacked.
"It's only a cold," was my mantra for Bill
although I gave TLC while he was ill.
Now it's mine, and I'm feeling the brunt of its force
It's only a cold, but it couldn't be much worse!
So fetch me my afghan, and make me some broth;
Stay out of the way when I sneeze and I cough.
Provide all my needs like an old Mother Hen,
And remind me it's only a cold once again!