I bought a cold

from a place where colds are sold.

But I really didn't know it,

so of course I didn't show it.

But later that day,

When I was watching a play,

It was revealed!

So I put up a shield.

Drinking medicines, and getting lots of rest,

I tried to rid myself of that pest!

I found out it was brought in a cage.

When I could not find the cage again,

I cried out in pain.

Then that pain turned to rage

"How did it get out of its cage?"

I cry out in rage.

The people around me look at me like I'm insane,

but in reality, I'm in pain that turned to rage,

A rage so bad, I was on a rampage.

I looked and looked for that stupid old cage!

I looked and looked for it,

even though a tiny little voice in the back of my head told me

it's not there.

"It's nowhere! Nowhere, I said, nowhere!"

cried the little voice I didn't listen to.

Then that little old voice turned into a very big voice.

"NOWHERE!" cried the voice. "NOWHERE!"

That was when the truth sank in,

When the terrible truth sank in.

I sank down in a chair,

my head in my hands,

my feet tied up in rubberbands.

"Nowhere," I cry. "Nowhere! Not here, not there, not anywhere!"

Later that night, I try with all my might to go back to that place

where colds were sold, and do I?
Oh yes! I do!

I go back to that place where those colds are sold

And I ask for a refund.

"I brought the cold with me," I say.

"Okay," says the seller,

and what is done is done.

So when I woke up the next morning,

I was feeling all better,

and so I wrote my friend a letter.

Letting her know what I just told you,

telling my friend these exact same words too.

.

~October (January 30th, 2009)

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*melts* I wrote it in sixth grade....I was ten. Forgive me. It was seven years ago. 

Well, I hope it gave you a laugh, if nothing else. I'd written it when I actually had a strep-throat. I used to get that a lot when I was little. I was staying home from school, feeling icky, and writing in my journal. 

 This one's for you. Maybe you're right...childhood memories are pretty beautiful and we were young and innocent. It just depends on how you look at it.