Achoo!  Achoo! Achoo!

Harbingers of colds

announce a dreaded virus

will soon be taking hold.


Drip, drip, drip.

My nose is running now.

Faster, faster, faster.

How I wish it would slow down.


Kleenex dab

and dab

and dab

until my nose is raw and reddish,

until my nose is hurt-y.


Please bring more tissues, dear,

the ones with lotion in.



Any…only let them have the lotion!


Throb, throb, throb,

Pounding is my head.

I need quiet,

I need peace,

I need Excedrin.


I’ll pay the price; I won’t be nice.

I’ll kill this irksome virus.

I’ll eat the zinc.

I’ll drink the lemon, honey tea.

The tea to soothe,

the tea to coat,

the tea to heal my hurting throat.


Friday, Saturday, Sunday

Achoo, achoo, achoo!

Monday, then Tuesday

Oh, my aching head!

So Wednesday’ll be the day for me

to rest and stay in bed.  


About bjdonaldson

I'm an average woman who enjoys reflecting on life, writing poetry and ponderings, and having a good laugh. DIY, baking, and cycling are fun, too. If you visited me, I'd invite you in for a cup of coffee and a little chat. I am a Literacy Coach, Reading Specialist, and former classroom and Reading Recovery teacher at an elementary school. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

2 responses »

  1. Cute poem. My fave was the repetition at “I need quiet, I need peace, I need Excedrin.” It’s like you try everything to get better and hope somehow that either by combination or one lucky element will be the solution to making it end. Hope you feel better soon.


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