Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Poem for a Tuesday Morning (or, How I HATE a Damn Headache)

Got a headache.
Can't seem to shake.

Two Excedrin taken.
Headache not shaken.

A cherry coke guzzled.
Headache unmuzzled.

Getting off my ass
to go to class.

Feels like lead
shot through my head.

Or maybe a missile.
I sense early dismissal.

1 comment:

Mommy to Ander and Wife to Box said...

I can only offer virtual aspirin.

Oh, and you've been tagged:


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