Here is a poem in honor of the annual tradition around here – School starts, someone picks up a virus and brings it home to everyone else in the family. Yep, I’ve got my first head cold in YEARS. I can’t remember the last time I was sick. I don’t usually get colds, and I hate being sick.
What is it About September?
Kids part in June, and everyone’s well
They meet again in September
“Hey, how’ve you been?” “I caught a cold”
“My vacation sure was swell”
Then the teachers ring the old school bell
And then all the students gather
With runny noses and their germs
With viruses’ sickly spell
Who gets the cold, only time will tell
These things can spread fast, don’t you know
From brother to sister to Mom
September can sure be Hell!