I have a cold

and i suspect it has something to do with that damn mouse.

Bad news, poem fans, 
I have become ill. 
Despite my best efforts, 
This cold got me still.

I felt bad yesterday; 
Today I feel worse, 
And I suspect this is linked 
To that Romani mouse curse.

A tiny mouse Romani 
At a traveling mouse fair, 
With tarot cards and crystal balls, 
Lovingly prepared.

She offered to read my fortune
In exchange for some cheese. 
She said a cold is in my future, 
And in my face, she sneezed