Cough #poetry

I seem to be getting a cough,

A tickle, a pain in my neck,

I can’t recall where it may have come from,

But it’s here, oh dear holy heck.

Sick Day

Most days begin with a duvet,

That pins me to the bed,

The thoughts that kept me up all night,

Have filled my heart with dread,

So here I lay not wanting out,

Nor do I wish to stay,

But face the world aint on my list,

So today’s a true sick day.