On Attempting to Write Poetry While Ill
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Now where was I?
(I was in bed with a cold for most of the week and feeling rather moody so I thought I would try to write some moody poetry. The problem was that when I am sick I cannot keep a thought in my head for more than a few moments at a time so I ended up with a bunch of moody lines but no poems. This is the result of that experience.)