It's cold, it's freezing.
I'm feeling sick;
I'm sneezing;
I need what's called a pick-
me-up.
Some mixture or pills
that will clear my nose,
ease my ills
from head to toes.
That's what I call a pick-me-up.
Of paper tissues, I've used a box;
at night, an extra blanket on my bed;
warming my toes with bright red socks;
inhaling two sniffs to clear my head
and nose from being stuffed up.
A contest entry
- Experimenting with Rhyme and Form by Zephyr Aryn.
630 points, ended August 2, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Aww....I hope you don't feel too bad- unless if you just randomly decided to write about this. A little word of advice: you can spell "socks" correctly, because it still works with the rhyme. Good job on tackling this one, though! You're the first to attempt it. Congrats!
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