NEW PROMPT: Write a short story or poem about finding out you have a new strain of cold that causes some rather strange mutations.
I don't intend to be selfish--
but this new strain is MINE!
It plagues me and it makes me sneeze;
I pass out sick by nine.
It gives me itchy purple spots;
they don't know what to do--
ir I don't quit this shivering,
the doc has threatened goo!
Goo for my throat and head and lungs;
my itchy spots, as well!
And, you know what I'm thinking now--
this cold's GIVING ME HELL!