I Confess: I Am Sick

In his losing battle with the Cebuano chieftain Lapulapu on a sandy shore of Mactan Island in 1521, Magellan cried

Mother, Mother I am sick
Call the doctor very quick.
Doctor, doctor will I die?
Tell my mother Do not cry.
-Yoyoy Villame

Today, without the romance of poetry, and plagued with the modern chest cold I cry:

Airborne!

Well, let me try my hand in poetry...

Sore throat, plugged nose go away!
Here comes Airborne to save the day.

An Airborne a day
keeps the cold at bay.

Yeah, very original.

Bow.


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