...when you're sick you can't rhyme anything...other then sick and ick... and then it would really only work if your name was Rick...and mine isn't.
So...this is me today... I'm hoping to be rhyming tomorrow so I can finish my Halloween poem! Now, wash your hands after reading this post. Don't want you to catch my germs. I would sigh...but I'm too weak. Must. Go. Back. To. Bed. Now.