Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Acrostic

The flu sucks.
Hacking cough strips my throat raw.
Every breath seems to trigger a coughing fit.

Forget dainty sneezes. I sneeze like a big hairy man.
Loogies in an array of greenish yellows stick in my throat Laughing hurts.
Until I hack them out. Useless is the medicine I take.

Sniffle, gork, snarf, glurb.
Ugh.
Cough, sputter, shudder, shiver.
Knitted afghan does little to chase away the chills.
Stacy wants her Mommy.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

you want WHO? I am sorry, I thought you said your mommy.

bot

Stacy said...

You guys are right. It's not MY mommy that I want. It's ANY mommy. I just want someone to take care of me. I feel like being a baby. I'm tired of being sick and taking care of sick people. DArren's been very, very sweet. But you know... no matter how old you are, you still want to be Mommied when you get sick. Even if you had a Mommy who wasn't all that nurturing. Don't know why that is.

Stacy said...

FINE. I edited it.
Snork.

Sherilyn said...

You could borrow MY mommy, but she really doesn't need exposure to the flu at her age. ;)

Hope you get to feeling better soon. I have something mild, but not too bad.

Anonymous said...

Well that was pretty visual.

And now that I've got this image of you with long honking green and yellow THINGS hanging out your nose I may have to change the color scheme for the retreat.....

Pamela Lynn ~ flutterby7 said...

Hope you are feeling better really soon. Love the poem, even if it is gross to think about.

Anonymous said...

Even when you're sick, your talent still shines through!!!!

I wish I could come take care of you. Dh is in Ft. Worth right now, wonder if we could switch places?

I hope you feel better very, very soon!

-- Bev in OH

Anonymous said...

What you need is some toast with a great big helpin' of vegemite on it - all the salt is so good for your heart - tee hee

get better soon