Person blowing nose (not me) This week I have mostly been contracting plague. Not contracting to clean my windows, you understand, in more of a *I am dying of dis-ease* kind of way.
In other words I have a cold.
To commemorate the timing of this auspicious occasion, I have today composed an ode in its honour. Please read on for my Ode to the UnCommon Cold.
Another flipping cold, I've got,
And now my lungs are full of snot.
I've used my hankies, tissues and more;
Even emptied out my knicker drawer
I'm coughing, sneezing, making noise,
Spreading germs to girls and boys.
Santa will get such a fright,
When he arrives on Xmas night,
To see the moaning, snotty dears,
With dripping noses and snotty cheers.
And that's why Rudolph's nose is glowing,
From all the time he's spent nose-blowing.
So walk by me, and hold your breath,
Lest you inhale my germs of death...
(well, they feel pretty deathly, anyway).
Happy hexmas, all. Stay germ-free!
Another flipping cold, I've got,
And now my lungs are full of snot.
I've used my hankies, tissues and more;
Even emptied out my knicker drawer
I'm coughing, sneezing, making noise,
Spreading germs to girls and boys.
Santa will get such a fright,
When he arrives on Xmas night,
To see the moaning, snotty dears,
With dripping noses and snotty cheers.
And that's why Rudolph's nose is glowing,
From all the time he's spent nose-blowing.
So walk by me, and hold your breath,
Lest you inhale my germs of death...
(well, they feel pretty deathly, anyway).
Happy hexmas, all. Stay germ-free!
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