Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Mercy
Oh spare me from sniffles
And rouging of nose
From tissues so prickly
Though balm ones I chose
Yes save me from fever
And burning of head
The prickling face
And the shaking of bed
Deliver me from
Endless runs to the store
For paracetamol, vitamins,
Eye drops and more
Oh mercy, mercy me
Not another cold, I pray
Oh lady, oh lordi,
Save it for another day!
Mabh Savage 