If I could findThe little 'thing' inside me
That takes such delight
In creating the gallons and quarts and pints
Of sludge and gunk and phlegm and muck
That clog me up
And make me cough
Stop me breathing like I should
I'd give it such a bashing
And tell 'it' just to stop
But that would take
SUCH an effort
That I would start to wheeze
So if anyone knows the secret
Of switching the damn thing 'off'
Please drop me a line
Share your remedy with me
Before the pure frustration
Sees me climbing up my Xmas tree!!!!