The Hypochondriac
Swathed in bandages from head to toe
That cut on my finger could go septic you know
I’m not really touting for any attention
It’s a guard against certain, imminent infection
Prevention is better than cure, I’ve always said
Remember what happened to poor old Uncle Fred
He went into hospital after a coughing bout
Popped his clogs and never came out
You can never be too careful in this day and age
A runny nose can go on the rampage
Before you know it, the common cold
Has become an epidemic, killing young and old
I was surfing the internet the other day
And couldn’t believe all the ailments on display
I’ve had most; if not all; of those medical terms
If I wasn’t so ill......I’d do a Masters in germs
copyright 2011
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