Today I've a terrible streaming nose
Strange how this usually first stage is second
This time round, after a sore chest. The flows
Of mucus continue without relent
Like lava from a fierce erupting mount
I'm trying to replace the fluid loss
Of various drinks I've drunk a great amount
Like tonight, after a film, McDonald's
Milkshake (banana). But I feel I must
Have still more in a moment, heaven knows
And then I'll settle down, tuck in beyond
The reach of cold, underneath the blankets
I know I'll need my hanky, don't suppose
My nose will stop the flow - it's not yet spent...
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