This is a poem I wrote last night about my bad health. My parents warned me that eating ice cream may invite cold and fever, but I was too adamant. Now I regret 🙁
My body is a battleground,
When immunity is unsound.
Agents of fever and cold,
Resounded with pride and paroled.
Paining throat and running nose,
Day and night failing to doze.
I close my eyes with regret and deem,
— “I shouldn’t have eaten the ice cream!”