Runny Noze Blues

Little cold bug, little bugger, little slugger,
why you got my nose?  All sneaky and leaky,
why you land here? I been washing these hands dear,
after the car and before the jar,
after each shakin’,
before cookin’ the bacon,
but today you are takin’ me down.
All the tea I am drinkin’,
the children, they’re thinkin’
I have too much more I will drown.

I got the runny noze blues
inside these slippered foot shoes,
can I just press the snooze
one more time?

But work, it is callin’, and lunches need made,
and I’m not in the mood to discuss the math grade.
The tissues they’re pilin,’ while I try to keep smilin’,
but the phone won’t stop ringin’,
I feel like I’m whinin’
my lover, he’s waitin’,
and my mother, she’s writin’,
but the trash can is fillin’, and oh good god willin’
this hot toddy ain’t just lemonade.

Said the pillow, so soft, to the noze,
my dear, it’s high time for repose,
when your thoughts start to wander,
git that bed over yonder,
go tuck yourself in, despite your chagrin,
let a new day begin!
If you drip in the night,
it will all be alright,
‘cause tomorrow you will change your clothes.
You will!  Yes,
tomorrow you’ll put on new clothes.

Advertisements

1 thought on “Runny Noze Blues

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s