"The Sniffle Symphony: A Comedic Ode to the Common Cold"

In a world of tissues and cough syrup delight,

I found myself trapped in a flu-filled night.

My nose was a faucet, my head felt like lead,

Oh, the joys of being stuck in this sickbed!

The sneezes were symphonies, loud and grand,

A percussion of tissues in my ailing hand.

I sniffled and snuffled, a miserable tune,

While dreaming of wellness under the crescent moon.

The thermometer played a cruel game,

Dancing to a feverish rhythm, oh what a shame!

My voice, a croak, like a frog in despair,

I longed for the days when I could breathe fresh air.

A parade of medicines lined up by my side,

Each promising relief like a healthful guide.

Chicken soup bubbled, a magical potion,

Yet my appetite waned like a lost emotion.

Blankets piled high, a fortress so grand,

I yearned for health to reclaim the land.

But in this germ-ridden kingdom, I stayed,

Wrapped in my fortress, dismayed and dismayed.

Yet humor prevailed in this ailing plight,

For laughter, they say, is the best medicine, right?

So with a cough and a chuckle, I embraced the sniffles,

In the kingdom of sickness, where laughter still ripples.