Mucus poem

You will love this poem, I promise, after you get over the gagging. It was written by an English professor at my university.

Mucus
by Gideon O. Burton

Lugubrious and patient as he slimes
His dark and viscous weight within my head.
He tugs his bitter taffy mass in crimes
Of pressured pain and dripping dread.
A hundred tissues bruised with blasting blows,
And yet he lingers, stranding strands of crust;
Gelatinous stalactites, grainy flow,
Replacing brains with miles of muck and must.
In sour thickness smears my throat and lungs,
His wiggling jelly clogs each passageway–
I cough up gooey golf balls on my tongue;
In rasping pleas my alveoli pray.
_ My phlegmy enemy, you shall not run:
_ With antihistamines I end your fun.

How does this person know what I am feeling right now? No wonder my head feels so full! Not only is there mucus and assorted fluids in there but now I find out there are people wandering around there too?

Don't mind me. I have been locked indoors the past few days with bronchitis so I'm a little batty. Seriously though from where I sit the poem is very accurate! :lol:

I love it!

it's even in sonnet form. Isn't that special?