Last week I got a cold, one of those ooey, gooey colds. It came with monsters in my throat, and rain that came pouring down my nose. It made an iron of my forehead, and of my feet icicles instead, to complement my hands were drink shakers, and my armpits, great bread-bakers. I went to a pharmacist, who said, ‘You should take some Actifed.’ What an amazing piece of advice, though she charged me twice the price.
Clearly I'm not Neruda, but you get the point.
No comments:
Post a Comment