The chills flew in on Monday.
On Tuesday came the cough.
The aches unpacked on Wednesday night.
They all took Thursday off.
On Friday came the sneeze-a-thon,
I barely made it through.
On Saturday, sore throat moved in,
On Sunday lips turned blue.
I’m shaking, shivering, coughing, sneezing,
What am I to do?
I’m putting up my head for sale,
And moving to Peru.
— Tiffany Strelitz Haber
Reprinted by permission of the author.