My muse is not amused today.
I'm singing oh so out of tune.
A silver spoon placed in my mouth.
Loaded with cough linctus and antipyretics.
My head is full of puffy fluff.
My brain is thinking loads of tosh.
Catarrhal mind.
Well stuffed up.
Guttural laugh of a cackling witch.
A throat full up with burning itch.
A nose that's headed to the store before I even leave the door.
(c)Livvi MMXV
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
My muse is not amused today.
I'm singing oh so out of tune.
A silver spoon placed in my mouth.
Loaded with cough linctus and antipyretics.
My head is full of puffy fluff.
My brain is thinking loads of tosh.
Catarrhal mind.
Well stuffed up.
Guttural laugh of a cackling witch.
A throat full up with burning itch.
A nose that's headed to the store before I even leave the door.
(c)Livvi MMXV
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