Winter Blues

A seasonal poem.


It all started with an innocuous sneeze

then a sore throat and a chesty cough;

I could not breathe – could only wheeze –

felt weak and wobbly, and very rough.

 

I went to the chemist to ask for advice

while under my breath I uttered a curse.

The pharmacist was helpful and nice,

she informed me that I needed a nurse.

 

Then she added that I might need two:

one for the day and one for the night.

She was serious and I immediately knew

that her prescription was absolutely right.

 

Although I didn’t feel physically strong

the thought of two girls gave me a thrill.

Then I realised that I got it all wrong

when I was given some medicinal pills.

 

It took me by surprise when I was told

that ‘day and nurse’ were part of the name

of the decongestant that I had been sold.

My one-track-mind put me to  shame.

 

© Luigi Pagano 2017

 

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Mikeverdi

I’m late, and it’s all been said, just to say I enjoyed reading it HaHa!
Mike

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