Flemish art

The warning signs of a cold are drear
the cough that took so long to clear
I`v tried the old wives remidies
but all I did was cough and sneeze
my sinuses were pounding pain
behind my eyes, deep ingrained
 
Paper tissue trail I left
and all I felt was wrecheness
 sneezed and sneezed for evermore
feeling I was at deaths door
drowning in a vat of phlegm
day and night, am on to late pm
 
No one showed sweet empathy
my head a hive of buzzing bees
a nose which Rudolf would be proud
bathed in a greenish / yellow mounds
when time is slowed on my body clock
as the ailment vile, seems to run amok
 
I stored the product of my pain
on easel set a golden frame  
stirred up the gloop in a cooking pot
defiying its grim and inscecent grot
mixed in the paints with a gleeful WHOOP
the thought of my dignity I`d recoop
called it "the nightmare thats best forgot"
painted ten, and sold the lot