sick poetry

[phewfighter]

some light-to-medium threat level bug is keeping me up and stockpiled on wadded-up germ-warfare ammunition. naturally, my mind strays to poetry. here are two versions of my crummy mood and restless mind, and the voting's now open as to the less-atrocious one.

EDIT: having somehow slept a few meager hours, i awoke feeling quite a bit less worse for

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[stickyhands]

My seatmate on the bus did not understand why I was laughing.
FURTHERMORE!, I endured motion sickness in the name of learning you. SERIOUS.

[phewfighter]

duly appreciated, miss hands. to be sure.

but what was it that made you laugh out loud?! and which version do you vote for?

in other news: matzo ball chicken soup be damned, i just recalled the proper way to cure ya.

[stickyhands]

it may have been "each wet wheezing rise" that did it. and i refuse to vote! i enjoy certain phrases of each best.

am wanting.