Flu

Ban flu,

Man flu.

Aching head,

Bleary eyes,

Death lurking,

In disguise,

Under the bed,

What a surprise,

**** off Death,

I’m going to rise.

No I’m not,

I flop down,

Head cushioned,

In eiderdown,

In the curtains,

Face of a clown,

In medication,

Senses drown.

I’m not dying,

I am in a state,

Snot and phlegm,

I ******* hate,

No latent desire,

To **********

No appetite,

I’m losing weight!

I’m getting better,

Weak as a lamb,

A hot toddy,

A wee dram,

Man flu is real,

Not a sham,

Getting better,

The **** I am.

The fifth day,

What a-to-do,

So had enough,

Of feeling blue,

Death lost,

So go *****

Getting dressed,

I am its true.

Man flu,

Ban flu.

© Paul Chafer 2014

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