Sickness has left the house.
However, it just gets better from there...in honor of that,
I've written a very badly composed poem...
There was a very cold girl,
With furry socks a going,
Down the stairs a hurling,
Like an airplane from Boeing.
Except she missed a stair,
The Man one step behind,
He grabbed but missed her hair,
The long fall wasn't so kind.
So young but so very hunched over,
She creeps aroung the house,
Medicated to the hilt while The Man, he hovers,
Because he is a loving spouse.
Send bengay, motrim and fudge,
My back it is a throbbing,
I try not to hold a grudge,
But I've finally stopped sobbing.
There was a very cold girl,
With furry socks a going,
Down the stairs a hurling,
Like an airplane from Boeing.
Except she missed a stair,
The Man one step behind,
He grabbed but missed her hair,
The long fall wasn't so kind.
So young but so very hunched over,
She creeps aroung the house,
Medicated to the hilt while The Man, he hovers,
Because he is a loving spouse.
Send bengay, motrim and fudge,
My back it is a throbbing,
I try not to hold a grudge,
But I've finally stopped sobbing.
