Poetry Monday: “Sick Day”

Sick Day

Kind and gentle readers,
I beg you to forgive,
I’m writing from my sickbed —
I hope that I will live!

For days I’ve eaten nothing
but a squalid chicken broth
and crept around the house
like an emaciated sloth.

So I couldn’t do a video —
I’m unfit for tender eyes!
My nose is a dirigible,
I look a downright prize.

No, no — please hold your pity
I know this too shall pass,
I’ll once again be chipper
as a cricket in the grass.

Forgive my Monday silence
and my crimes of rhyme and meter…
I’m off to huddle in a heap
against my friend, the heater.

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