11 October 2012
It comes from nowhere, randomly it strikes, who, it doesn't care.
Putting thunder inside your head, changing your nose to a nice shade of red
Healthy bodies it seeks, turning them from strong to weak.
It takes away your taste, and tasty food is sadly a waste.
It interrupts your sleep, making your tired eyes weep.
For everything I'm late, today's plans have all gone 'pear shaped'
Making you feel a hundred years old, It's that evil germ that brings the winter cold.
Snotty And I Know It... • Opuss № I