Seven

I am ill. I should warn you of that now because this limerick is whingy. I like to think I brought it around at the end, but it's still pretty whingy. Sorry about that. It's just an example of what I've been doing all day. I basically have Girl Man Flu.

While I'm thinking about it, I would like to point out that when I say I went "hours in the cold in the street" I was not doing anything even remotely prostitute-y, although that is how it sounded on a second reading, hence the clarification!

I would also like to say that just to avoid days like today and at least 5 of the other days so far, I am now willing to take suggestions for what I should do limericks about. I don't think I have 100 ideas in me.



My head hurts and so do my feet.
I croak and I cough - it's a treat!
But I guess now I know
That I shouldn't go
Hours in the cold in the street.





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