Congestion
Cough, cough, cough
Comes the batter in the night
Cough, cough, cough
Waking up my sleep so tight
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Knocking at my window
Pitter-patter, pitter-pat
Remembering my woe
Fiddle off you wicked foe!
What dost you will now?
Spout it out, say for once
What you cannot ramble forth
Cough, cough, cough
Be now rid of it at once
Clear your throat in fighting battle
Let thy soldiers take thy course.
Sylvia Munton, August 2013