MAN FLU

Just a bit of fun, this one.

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It starts with a sneeze.

Hot flush, sandpaper throat

Week at the knees.

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Head to bed,

Still early,

Feel sorry for myself.

You’re somewhere else.

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Probably for the best.

Get some rest.

You’d go to work,

Through sleet and snow,

Always on the go.

I’ll stay in bed though.

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It’s just a cough

But that’s enough

You’re clearly made of sterner stuff.

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Contagious?

Could be.

Infectious?

Maybe.

Overreacting?

Save me.

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But it’s man flu,

Can’t be good for you,

Whatever they say.

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Low appetite,

Not feeling right,

God it’s bright.

Flick through TV,

Nothing on tonight.

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I’ll head to bed.

Stare at the ceiling.

Is there a draught in here?

Nauseous feeling.

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Somebody call the nurse,

You might want to book a hearse,

I can’t be long for this world,

Or verse.

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