The Poem About the Flu
I've been ill with this flu for about a week
Funny how my cough gets worse just as I'm about to sleep
I'm laying in bed with nothing else to do
I may aswell write a poem about being ill with the flu
We all get it at some point in the year no one is immune
You can try to avoid it, but you'll get it soon
It starts off with a snuffy nose, temperature and feeling weak
You'll be lucky if you can go more than a few hours without needing to sneeze
You'll be hot one minute and cold the next
You'll have to take time off work and use it to rest
You can't eat as you don't have an appetite
You'll cough so much your ribs will hurt and you'll have watering eyes
As a man I always have women fell me that man flu isn't real
They just don't understand that men get it worse and take longer to heal
Go to a scientist and they'll tell you that man flu is a real thing
Look at it like a game of chess, the Queen needs to protect the king
I tend to get the flu every year once October hits
Give it another week or so and I'll be over it
Rest and take it easy is all that I can do
I wrote this poem for fun because we all know what it's like to have the flu
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