Suffice to say I bought some sweets the other day. However, while the below might indeed be relatable, the truth is I currently do have a cold; something I’ve been bestowed with since about two weeks before Christmas.

This isn’t the same one; for a couple of days just after New Year I was cold free during which I made the mistake of mingling with others, and here I am now feeling like I’ve had a cold for six-weeks when they’re only meant to be a seven day thing.

The below is based on true events, while given the circumstances under which it occurred, is equally a statement of my desire to no longer be bunged-up or lost on the moor of mind fog that viruses give me; indeed, it’s highly likely I only think this poem is a good idea because of the cold. As ever, you the reader are judge, jury and executioner.   

With thanks to Glen Carrie for use of the header image.

When having candy
Coated in soft sugar
And the dust gets
On your nose
Though you weren’t
Even eating greedily
Then when morning comes
It feels a bit crusty there
Like you’ve got a cold
But you haven’t
Which is the best
Feeling in the world

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