Oh little cough, will you get off
And find some other place to—“cough!”
You’re not a friend, so leave, or end,
And give me peace of quick release.
I’m through with you, we’re finished, done;
You’ve shown that you are not much fun.
You try to tickle; true, you do,
But I get not a laugh from you.
Instead, it’s only “cough, cough, cough.”
I seek divorce, I want you off!
You sneak, you bum, you little pain,
Run off, and leave me free again!
Do you, perhaps, have a poem for sinusitis?