My aching throat, you pain me so today.
Why don’t you just surrender graciously?
You cannot win; you might as well go play
with hic-cups, screams, and vocal trickery.
I miss the days we sang the livelong day,
recited poems, speeches - writ by me -
the times we shrieked and acted in those plays -
What lovely times we had, how happily!
Today is different; you’re a pain today.
You torture me and cruelly punish me.
You’ve hounded me with wheezing coughs all day,
with pains and aches and itchy phlegm I sneeze...
What happened to the joyous times we shared?
The merry songs, our lovely treasury?
The second group of lines uses the same rhyme scheme as the first to indicate a nostalgic look back to happy times :)
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