Poor poor Perilon felt miserable.
Now he knew he had some medicine
and that the medicine would make his cold go away
but it tasted so disgusting, so awful, so decidedly gross
that it was even worse than Brussels sprouts.
so silly silly Perilon
refused to take it, and decided to see
if the cold would go away all on its own
He sat up in bed
and sneezed so hard...."ahh ahh ahhh chooo"
... that a flame shot out of his nose
The flame was so... so... so... very long
that it melted the night light candle next to his bed
into a boiling, bubbling puddle of wax
poor poor perilon
he sniffled and tried to go back to sleep