09 Friday Aug 2019
Posted in My Thoughts, Poetry
Hi friends,
Still looking for my mojo, but Mo said no and Jo had to go, so here I am, my words, now my foe. 😩
I’ve been ill for two weeks now, some days are spent in bed. I’m hoping to kick this crap soon and get back to writing. Right now, I have no desire to do so. If you happen to see them, please send Mo & Jo back this way. I have cookies. 🍪
Hope you’re all well. Have a great weekend.
❤️
Dorinda
22 Thursday Mar 2018
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
Tags
#MarchWriting, #poetry, cold, dorindaduclos.com, monkey, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sick, sniffles, snuffles, teddy bear, trouble, writing, writing prompt
Sniffles and Snuffles, were nothing but trouble
When they got sick, it turned into double
Sneezing and coughing, back and forth it went
Ran out of tissues, the hot water bottle’s spent
Really don’t know what to do, for a monkey and teddy
I wish they would just get better already!
March Writing Prompt: Sniffles and Snuffles – Day 22/31
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15 Thursday Dec 2016
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT
Tags
#poetry, #TBT, chills, cold, doctor, dorindaduclos.com, flu, Infirmity, Night Owl Poetry, poems, sick, Throwback Thursday, Winter
These aches and this chill
Don’t give me a thrill
I phoned up the doctor
He said take a pill
The coughing and sneezing
Is not very pleasing
Can’t breathe through my nose
All you hear is me wheezing
The tissues are piling
I’m no longer smiling
This bug in my body
Is really quite riling
The pounding of my head
As I lie in my bed
Watery eyes flowing by
And my nose is all red
Can’t wait till it’s done
This is not any fun
Bring back the summer
I need me some sun!
©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay
11 Thursday Dec 2014
Tags
cold, flu, Infirmity (Winter's Bane), Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, sick, Winter
These aches and this chill
Don’t give me a thrill
I phoned up the doctor
He said take a pill
The coughing and sneezing
Is not very pleasing
Can’t breathe through my nose
All you hear is me wheezing
The tissues are piling
I’m no longer smiling
This bug in my body
Is really quite riling
The pounding of my head
As I lie in my bed
Watery eyes flowing by
And my nose is all red
Can’t wait till it’s done
This is not any fun
Bring back the summer
I need me some sun!
©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 