On Attempting to Write Poetry While Ill

by becomingbethany

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

ACHOOOO!

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.)

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