Poor Little Luke

First of all, I apologize for not trying very hard to get a picture today. I quickly snapped a shot while we were walking out the door to use the internet. It's not too hot, but it's from today. I have a good excuse though, as you'll see below I haven't had much sleep in the last twenty-four hours. And when I was sleeping it was in some awkward position with the baby curled up on my chest.

Poor little Luke
Can't breathe through his nose
He doesn't even want
to put on his clothes
"I'll stay in my jammies
and sleep on the couch."
His eyes are glazed over,
he's beginning to slouch.
"Let's not go to the doctor
I'll recover just fine.
Don't you remember
What happened last time?
They jabbed me with needles
and prodded so deep!
Oh please let's stay home.
Just let me sleep."
Poor little Luke
is snoring so loud.
His nose is congested.
His stuffy head bowed.
He's happy to sleep
And Mommy is too
after waking all night
to wipe off the goo
that is dripping out fast
from Luke's baby nose
and she hopes in vain
it won't touch her clothes.
Poor little Luke
can't breathe through his nose
But his blankets are toasty
and his eyes slowly close.