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I'm sitting here thinking I must write a short poem
In the comfort and quiet of my cosy wee home!
I am propped up on pillows so sumptuous and soft
Because for three or four days now I have sneezed
and I've coughed!
My eyes they were running and my nose it dripped
too
And my clever young friends said "Well you must
have the 'flu!"
So they offered their help - plus their care and
devotion
I was made "open up wide!" to down every last pill
or some foul-tasting potion!
Well, I admit that something has worked 'cos the
sneezing has stopped
Although all of the wax in my ears it has popped!
My cough's not as bad though my voice it has gone
And its seems that my breath has thee most TERRIBLE
pong!!
My eyes are all bloodshot from the coughing and
straining
And a mouth covered in cold sores is thankfully all
that's remaining
That shows I was suffering from a dose of the 'flu!
This wee poem's an apology - because while caring
for me - I then give it to you!!
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