Day number 15 of the headache-slash-hacking esophagus.
I wrote a poem about it. Here it goes:
I love mucus, it loves meee.
Can't stop hacking, shoots out green.
Sore throat, headache, ears on fire.
Oh look I have a spare tire.
That's as far as I got. It's kind of a work in the making.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
Haha, that is amazing. Hope you feel better!
You my friend are the next shakespear!! try a hiaku next time:)
HAHAHA! Thats a sweet poem Mutt! I cant't wait to hear your Pugh Stomach poem! You guys should come over to the fights again this weekend! Same time, same place, same mint brownies!
Man you are good! I am sorry that you are under the weather... Do you need me to bring over my sweet nose sucker.. I am getting to be quite the wizard with that thing:)
Post a Comment