Man Flu
“Darlig, by dose is still ruddig,
ad by tubby is poorly as well,
by head is id paid
ab i'b also afraid that by throat
is dow burdig like hell “.
His wife then stopped doing the ironing
even though her left arm's in a sling,
and fed him his soup with a spoon to his mouth
and pouted to him “ you poor thing”.
As she got out the hoover to vacuum
and watched as his arms hung down limp,
she looked to the sky and said “ God, tell me why
did you marry me off to a wimp?”
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