Life of ME!

Dear people of mibba, I'm sorry to say that I am termanally ill.

I've got a really bad cold and throughout the day the only thing I did today at school was write poetry and only two out of four turned out nice. Yet, my favorite one was about Kleenex!
Shall I? I think I shall.

Kleenex, my savoir
How I long for your aid
You feel so soft on my nose
Especially upon my upper lip
Where the slimy and sickly snot descends
Save me, I beg you please!
For I fear for my life and even more yet, My Health

Woe is me, and me is woe....

But siriously, I feel sick... In fact I wonder why I even went to school today?
My friends told me to go home, because I was being extremely whiny about my severe condition... I hope I get better...

Woe to the head cold!

(maybe I exagerated a little, but I'm siriously feeling ill!)