ACHOO!
Sneezing, wheezing
jiggling, wiggling
can't seem to focus
my mind's all clogged.

Hacking, coughing,
shivering, quivering,
ACHOO!
Focus!
WHERE'S MY HANKIE!?

Ear infection
Eye infection
Brain infection
Bacon infection.
Wait. BACON!? WHERE!?!

Brain fart
fain bart.
Cold Sore,
Sold core.
I can't think straight.

Touch the tree.
The tree's touching me.
Blood Boil.
Mortal Coil.
WHERE'S MY DAMN HANKIE!?

I'm puking,
I'm bleeding,
I'm craving muffins,
what's with the damn muffins.
Seriously is your brain muffins, woman!?

To answer that question,
Muffins are delicious,
to answer your question,
I am quite delirious.
It's so cold outside.

Give me some medicine,
give me some herbs,
give me some minerals
smack me across the face.
I WANT SOME SOUP.

Blood, mud
soup, goop,
brain, insane,
I'm going to sneeze.
"WAIT THAT'S NOT YOUR SHIRT!"

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 606 AF.