Man Flu
I woke up with a sore throat
A thousand hammers beating a retreat
In my head
I open one eye to see if i could reach
The box of tissues by my bed
To sneeze or not to sneeze
That is the question in line
Cos doing so makes me
Cross my legs , hoping,
That i make the toilet in time.
Why does one bodily function
Make another work too
Like headache and thirsty
Sneezing and the loo.
Its just an ordinary cold
Which in 3 days should go
But! If I was a male
Would definitely be "Man Flu"
He would suffer not silently
Would moan all the time
Would write his will
Saying , "think this is the time
Gonna meet my maker Feeling so ill"
I quietly pass him water and a pill.
The morale i think to this tale of mine
Is keep your cold to yourself using a hankie is fine
Tissues and beechams powders always await you
Cos a simple sneeze can become life threatening "man flu".
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