I'm too tired to write a good sonnet,
for I have come down with a stomach bug,
but I promised and I will stay on it.
So forgive my rhymes if they are not smug.
I can't let Norovirus hold me back;
I will not let this day go sonnet free.
I shouldn't complain; this day has been slack.
All I've done is sleep and watch some TV.
I hope tomorrow is normal again.
I wish that I could get out of my bed...
for more than a minute or maybe ten
I wish that thoughts would work inside my head
Sadly I do know that what will be best
is to stay in bed and keep getting rest.
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