Cough, Cough

Myles: I wrote this poem when I was ill for the third time in a row! I was texting a message to my brother Greg to tell him why I wasn’t coming in. Somewhere in the middle of the message it became a poem. It was time to stay in bed and get over my cough once and for all.

Short and Sweet

Sometimes poems are long. Sometimes they are short. This one is very short because … well, because I wasn’t feeling too good! Can you sum up how you are feeling now in a few lines?

Here’s the poem

The Cough Monster