Taming The Tangents

Just like Mother Nature so sickly outside

The three of us woke with a nose at high tide

Our throats are a ticklin', we're sneezing a storm

We can't seem to get our poor bodies to warm

We're coughing and sniffling and rubbing our eyes

And sucking on sweet cures all colors and size

The trash cans are stacked full of crumpled up tissue

And we've warn out the saying, "Oh, honey! God Bless You!"

We're keeping the couch feeling loved all day long
As we snuggle with blankets watching movies with song

I guess its a good thing the weather is poor

'Cuz today, sad but true, we won't leave our front door!