My poem today is inspired by the horrendous cold that H-Bear and I picked up at Soft Play last week (which I’m currently suffering with right now). Apparently even industrial grade alcohol gel can’t stop this one…
A weeks worth of weather-checking
And late night meditation,
You agree to the plans
Topping up the echinacea,
Packing the alcohol gel.
You make your way
To Soft Play Hell. [Read more…]