"rhinovirus" poems - Hello Poetry

I was diagnosed with double-pneumonia on the 15th and classes started on the 17th. I’m already getting nagmail about assignments, yea! I’ll be behind and virtual for a while. It started as a rhinovirus, honestly, I don’t even remember being around a rhinoceros, but he trampled me good. (Hmm, song title there?) I’m feeling better today, I can read without the room spinning - heck, I even managed to write this, but a new, implacable nemesis - low-energy - is here, like Lebron James, to check me when I attempt something over ambitious, like picking up my chemistry book. At least I got to stay in my room. My roommate Sunny’s so angry with a certain girl that she even thinks it’s hilarious. Her creative, revenge beast has been awakened and her feelings are practically colors in the air. It’s entertaining. I think if she saw her now - well, let's say Sunny takes boxing in the gym every morning. “I’m over her already,” Sunny announces, stomping around her room, trashing all reminders on contact. Be careful out there, people - if love doesn’t get you the rhino might. . . nagmail - mail about late assignments, class papers due, surveys

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Jan 19, 2023

Jan 19, 2023 at 11:19 AM UTC

anaisvionet

double trouble

I was diagnosed with double-pneumonia on the 15th and classes started on the 17th. I’m already getting nagmail about assignments, yea! I’ll be behind and virtual for a while. It started as a rhinovirus, honestly, I don’t even remember being around a rhinoceros, but he trampled me good. (Hmm, song title there?) I’m feeling better today, I can read without the room spinning - heck, I even managed to write this, but a new, implacable nemesis - low-energy - is here, like Lebron James, to check me when I attempt something over ambitious, like picking up my chemistry book. At least I got to stay in my room. My roommate Sunny’s so angry with a certain girl that she even thinks it’s hilarious. Her creative, revenge beast has been awakened and her feelings are practically colors in the air. It’s entertaining. I think if she saw her now - well, let's say Sunny takes boxing in the gym every morning. “I’m over her already,” Sunny announces, stomping around her room, trashing all reminders on contact. Be careful out there, people - if love doesn’t get you the rhino might. . . nagmail - mail about late assignments, class papers due, surveys

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Dear Rhinovirus, Give these sniffles and this cough, To the elephant.

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Sep 23, 2011

Sep 23, 2011 at 1:23 AM UTC

carrie-conrad

My Pachyderm Cold

Dear Rhinovirus, Give these sniffles and this cough, To the elephant.

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There must be a rhinovirus In my hippocampus Because I am slowly going insane How else can I explain My notion That the Sonic Hedgehog gene Is what's keeping me from being a cyclops?

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC

Annasus

Rhinovirus in my Hippocampus

There must be a rhinovirus In my hippocampus Because I am slowly going insane How else can I explain My notion That the Sonic Hedgehog gene Is what's keeping me from being a cyclops?

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this tea is bitter. i may have bit off more than i can chew. a bit of rhinovirus, or other, is more or less my invitation to morgue. by morning i may be adorned in plastic. stuffed in a bag in mortuary. a toe tag to keep me unique amongst random John Doe's. what'll my obituary read? he died of poetry.. the kings of the world decided this one needed to be silenced. land ** i say.. i spy my old home. from across a great ocean, I'll arrive in the bay and depart my boat. my trusty old dinghy. I'll fall to my knees and kiss the sand, promising to return again to the violent seas that repeatedly wash me ashore. i remember this place from a long, long time before. it's as gorgeous as i remember.. .. .

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Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC

Concoxide

Land **

this tea is bitter. i may have bit off more than i can chew. a bit of rhinovirus, or other, is more or less my invitation to morgue. by morning i may be adorned in plastic. stuffed in a bag in mortuary. a toe tag to keep me unique amongst random John Doe's. what'll my obituary read? he died of poetry.. the kings of the world decided this one needed to be silenced. land ** i say.. i spy my old home. from across a great ocean, I'll arrive in the bay and depart my boat. my trusty old dinghy. I'll fall to my knees and kiss the sand, promising to return again to the violent seas that repeatedly wash me ashore. i remember this place from a long, long time before. it's as gorgeous as i remember.. .. .

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