The maxillary sinus became inflamed
Her face began to hurt
The frontal sinus was next on the list
She lost her will to flirt
The ethnoid sinus joined fray
She took herself to bed
Now the sphenoid sinus cuts off her air
She can't breathe through her head.
Woe is me she cries to space
Though speaking wracks her throat
I hate this cold with all my might
She says with solid croak
This virus should have withered long ago
Its host it tries to kill
How it survives I'll never know
My sinuses to fill.
Begone, damned cold, I want you not
She cries to skies above
The wind is howling and no one hears
Her throat begins to shut.
Farewell, cruel world, I love you not
She sighs as sleep settles in
I dread to wake as I know damn well
This cold will surely win.