Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Attempting poetry.

Falling sick, isn't very nice.
I lay in bed, and think twice.
If not for the pouring rain, I wouldn't be soaked.
So much for forgetting my umbrella, I shouldn't have been soaked.

Falling sick, isn't nice at all.
I lay in bed, and think that...
In the middle of the night, a fever will rise.
How did I ever last through the day?
Earlier, wasn't I feeling ok?

Falling sick, isn't nice, period.
The aches & chills,
Just spoils the thrills,
of keeping in good health.
Lethargy & nausea on little appetite.
Eeeks.

So, 2 Panadols for the head,
Now, I'm off to bed.

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