Pity Party

There once was a girl with a cold
Who lied and claimed allergies, bold
She sneezed and she coughed
And they skeptically scoffed
That poor little girl with a cold

She thought they could be sympathetic
And everything more copacetic
But they seemed quite hostile
So strange the room spiteful
Some rolled their eyes, apathetic

The girl with the cold went to bed
Heavy and congested her head
But alas could not sleep
For the cold it ran deep
The thought of a cough bringing dread


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