Freezing and Cozy Poem
The soup might cure you.
He doesn’t have any right now, maybe Thursday.
Morning or night?
You need to eat more onions, like British farmers.
I don’t know if they can FedEx them.
The whole country has the same invisible problem.
There are these monkeys that everyone knows;
they sit in piping hot pools on the mountains,
right out in the snow, like celebrities
who can afford to be freezing and cozy at the same time.
This pharmacy was opened around WW II.
If you can find these marbled radishes anywhere else,
let me know as soon as possible.
When you’re sick your money is no good here.