Saturday, November 3, 2012
THYROID POETRY (THYROETRY) - THE COLD
November has made its entrance.
Time to pull out coats, hats and long pants.
Cold weather to a suffering hypo.
Can turn a person psycho.
No matter what you do, you can’t get warm.
Fitted with layers upon layers, you looked deformed.
But warmth is what a hypo seeks.
Because being chilled to the bone is painful and bleak.
Stay warm my thyroidians
Crazy Thyroid Lady
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That's great! Now make a hyper poem please. :-)
ReplyDeleteHi Kriss. I posted a hyper one this past summer. It didn't go over that well...I think there are more hypo's than hyper's
DeleteI'll have to go back and see if I can find it. :-)
DeleteAwesome! :)
ReplyDeleteTo Kriss: a poem about being hyper (just guessing cause I'm hypo myself)
ReplyDeleteNow matter how cold it is outhere,
us hyperthyroids always want to be in our underwear...
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DeleteGreat one Renate!
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