Write a four line poem about: coughing.
Had a bit of a festive day around here. Visited a Christmas craft fair in town this morning, put up some lights and decorations around the house after lunch, and then checked out a nearby winery's festival of trees event just before dinner.
Little earlier than usual, but it seemed like the things to do with a Saturday that had nothing on the calendar. Max appreciated it, at any rate. Even while putting up with his newest cold.
And Kat enjoyed it as well, despite her lingering cold.
If anyone needs me, I'll just be over in this corner pretending that I'm not about to get sick again.
It starts with a tickle,
Of the worst possible kind.
It feathers my throat and...
Find something to hide behind!