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!