A box of tissue and dustbin <br />How good a friend they have been <br />To help me with my chronic cold <br />A special place in my heart they hold <br /> <br />Cacophony, as nasal as it can be <br />Is taken in stride by my colleagues <br />Can’t help though, they got to bear <br />If not out of concern, then out of fear <br />(I am boss here) <br /> <br />My cold is old and me an old cold <br />A sticky story every morning retold <br />Wonder where all the phlegm <br />Comes from <br />Remains a mystery <br />May my cold, live long <br />Many are employed by the tissue INDUSTRY.<br /><br />Nikunj Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-cold-2/
