Friday, May 6, 2011

My Pity Party... Wanna Come?

If you’ve ached from your head to your toes’s
and your symptoms cried for diagnosis
and you sniffed and you coughed
‘til your glasses fell off,
then you went to get scripts for some doses.

And you vowed to take each pill with care
so the doctor won’t give you that stare;
then you found a nice spot
and drank fluids a lot
and pretended that dishes weren’t there.

After all that, your brain's in a fog
and your only companion’s the dog
and you’ve nothing to do
that appeals to you.
So, just write something lame on your blog.

1 comment:

  1. haha. limericks are soooo hard to write. well done.

    i hope you feel well soon.

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