Throat aching as I swallow,
My tonsils look as if they have been chewed on by
A savage beast,
And are now rotting, hanging limply
In grey. shrivelled up glory.
Every time I try to get horizontal,
Sinuses clogging and nose dripping
As I struggle to breathe.
Crazed, twinklingly bright eyes
And apple-coloured cheeks from the unreasonable inner heat,
I explode into a sneeze of massive proportions.
Today, it is Labour Weekend.
And I am sick