The Cold Sore Before Christmas

Man, I've really been neglecting my blog lately. I published that disappointingly undersized cute little post about gas prices on Christmas Eve and then I was just too lazy busy to maintain the blog through the holidays. But, now the holidays are over and part of me says good riddance because even though the holidays are fun, they can also be stressful. And, as previously mentioned in my Rough Day post, when I am faced with stress cold sores abound. Which brings me to the meat of this post. This is a poem I wrote a couple years ago that I hope you will enjoy. If I was smarter I would have published THIS on Dec. 24th.

 The Cold Sore Before Christmas

by Ryan Brown

T’was the night before Christmas

And all through the house

Everything was quite well

Except Ryan’s mouth

The presents so carefully

Wrapped in papyrus

But raging on his lip

Was the herpes simplex virus

His body was nestled

All snug in his bed

As the sore began throbbing

And growing blood-red

It came from the depths

Of the cells in his lips

Slowly but surely

The infection took grip

Then there on his mouth

He felt such a clatter

He sprang to the mirror

To see what was the matter

To the local drugstore

He flew like a flash

He grabbed the Abreva

And threw down some cash

With a quick application

The burning was quelled

He hoped by the morning

That all would be well

He set an alarm to wake up every hour

To fight this outbreak with all of his power

At one, at two, at three and four am

He applied a small layer

But his fate looked quite grim

From six in the am

Up until nine o’clock

He slept in his bed

Praying the cold sore would stop

Finally at nine

The young man awoke

“I bet the cold sore is gone”

He sarcastically joked            

He stretched and he yawned

He sauntered to the mirror

Only to discover

His lip looked quite clear

Upon further inspection

He was beyond surprised

He was completely unable

To believe his own eyes

In just eleven short hours

The sore had been beaten

Not a moment sooner than

Christmas breakfast would be eaten

He sat at the table

And enjoyed this fine feast

And told his family

Of the herpes defeat

The group was joyous

Fearlessly sharing beverage

Thankful for the Abreva

That gave Ryan such leverage

They sat and they ate

Until they were all full

In awe of this

Christmas herpes miracle!