Sinus infection Delirium

Just a facecloth and spoon
And a soft spitted prayer
From that fat bastard in the moon

On a sunny day in June
From a glib fluffy chair
my snot singing a wildly bluesy
(rather greenly) tune

And as I listen to you croon
Please don’t have a damn care
That I may or may not swoon

We’ll count the seconds to noon
Get a solid grip on the outlying hair
You'll pull hard while
I dance around like a baboon

But please, please make it soon
get off your ass and stop
the pain, festering and despair
In the snot filled hours of mid afternoon