In Sickness and in Health

I made a commitment
To this poetical quest
That each day, rain or shine
Something rhyming would be pressed.

And so as I lie
Awash in my phlegm*
I write you this limerick,
Though it is not a gem:

There once was a very sick poet
Whose nose needed someone to blow it.
He searched for a tissue
But found none. What an issue!
Finally he chose to Costco it.

*I apologize for the image. Be thankful it wasn’t a photo.