My Cold

My Cold
by Katherine Kennedy

The cough came quite hard,
I could not stop it!
I ran into the yard,
hoping to stop it.

Nothing would help
and to make matters worse
Sasha started to yelp
as if she would burst.

I grasped my chest,
coughing still.
I fell on the grass,
and rolled down the hill.

Along with my headache
from the dogs squeaky bark,
I tried to act happy
and soar like a lark.

And so with the headache,
not to mention my cough,
I staggered inside,
being faint from exhaust.