everyone seems to know that i had a lousy cold and had some serious snot (is that even a word?) up my nose, brans, throat and pretty much any other cavity. I was highly jobless at work for a couple of hours and so wrote an ode to my most annoying cold to date. you must admire my poetic capabilities - it rhymes, has a sequence and is rhythmic even!i wanted to write all the technical terms, but i could have done that if i had EVER paid atention in class.for this inability, i blame sanjiv, mehar, rax, ashok, pratish, jessie, benny and vinny. all you boys are going to hell.TRUST ME!

ok, here is my beautiful poem.

When I Had A Cold

When I had a cold my nose ran quite a bit,
I snotted and snatted and snutted and snit,
It ran and it ran and it snotted some more,
So I snotted and snutted and snat on the floor.
I snut on the walls and I snit on the mat,
I snotted and snotted all over my cat,
I snit in the fridge and I snat in the bath,
I snut on a sheep and left snot on a calf.
I snut in the garden and snat on the shed,
And I snotted awake and I snotted in bed.
And eventually when I got over my cold,
I found I had snotted all over the world.
And now everything in the world sticks together,
It's snotted together for ever and ever,
And everyone likes everyone else quite a lot,
As they're bonded together with gallons of snot.
Now everyone's nice and they talk to each other,
There's quality time for the father and mother,
Since I snat on their shoes and I snut in their hair,
They're all stuck together and can't go anywhere.
No-one's ever unpleasant, no insults are thrown,
As they're all stuck together with snot in their home,
And so now and forever the tale will be told,
How the world was made better when I had a cold.

Man, there are so many tenses in snot!

Ok, for all those who know me... Ok, i don't have a cat, sheep or even a calf... well, what the hell; its poetic license! also, if you think the name of my poem sux, KISS MY ASS JACKASS!!!