First, a Poem:
YUCKY
@2022 Kelly Conroy
I’m shaky and achy
and fighting a cough.
My nose is a faucet.
I can’t turn it off.
I’m freezing and sneezing
and feverish, too.
I’m feeling so yucky,
I must have the flu.
No biking or hiking,
or swimming — instead,
I get to stay home
and relax in my bed!
