I almost wrote a verse,
About the common cold,
You'll never hear of worse,
So it shall ne'er be told.
It spoke of snot and phlegm,
Jack Daniel's it extolled,
Indeed it was no gem
So it shall ne'er be told.
Yet Muse knew not its time,
It prodded and cajoled
So I composed this rhyme,
Of what shall ne'er be told.
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yay for putting our poetry class to good use.
And I feel pretty gross myself.
That poem ain't too shoddy,
though it is quite a bit snotty,
Colds can sometime hurt,
but at least you will not...
huuuuuuurk...
on second thought, I kinda like that one. I generally dislike poetry that is self-referential, but this one was pretty reasonable.
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