Cough

A little friend that comes to visit around this time every year.

I'm just being lil' old me

Running up and down the streets

And leaping from tree to tree.

Through cracks in the bedroom floor,

Through the window and the door

On your faces and much more

In your water, in your hair,

On your plates and your pear,

On your bed and everywhere

With your kids and parents too,

Always floating around you

Still so much I have to do

A small scratch, a little flea

Somewhere just bellow your knee

From me you'll never be free

Throat feeling a little sore

Chest heaves like never before

You cry a vomiting roar.

Now you make a pale, blank stare,

Body's heat begins to flare

You dream of a deathly mare

Now you're buried by a crew, 

Doctor's say I was a flu,

But there's still so much to do. 

Author's Note

Anyone who ever has had a fever knows this.