Long Flu Poems
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Like lightning, they closed churches.
Quick to reopen taverns and nail salons.
To keep us 90-proof pacified and coiffed.
There's a financial incentive to claim COVID as the cause of death.
Billions to be gleaned from the mirage of vaccines and testing kits.
Amidst the chaos, they're burning books and breaking glass.
Acting like the spawn of nazis from the recent past.
They are so eager to shut us down and keep us down.
They want to maximize and prolong discomfort.
Discomfort fans the flames of revolt.
Just another coup attempt.
If this flu coup doesn't work.
There's yet another brewing in the
shadows of the left wing.
In the bonfires of November
You can bet on it.
Its here the thing we all fear,
The apocalypse is near,
The devils spurn has risen,
Trapping us in our homes like prisons,
To plague our planet already broken,
Is it retaliating, squeezing our lungs chocking,
Like the black death the plague upon our people,
Swooping, stealing the lives of the weak and feeble.
The most innocent are victims of the virus,
A sickening twist to this sickness sent to us,
From an unholy ghastly maker,
This is not the handy work of any saviour.
Is it a clense of the human race,
A government conspiracy for goodness sakes,
Bats are where it supposedly derives,
A rodent of the night skies,
Despite everyone's efforts its spreading like flies,
No loo roll paracetamol or thermoeter will scare it away,
It looks like it plans to stay,Just like an unwanted guest, Who's warn out its stay, so I'll guess I'll be the first to say
Welcome Corona virus to the UK.
Feeling blue, caught the flu, head like glue, what to do.
Feel the chill, feel quite ill, take a pill
Bed is best, have a rest, what a pest
Miss the game, what a shame.
Can’t watch telly, aching belly, feet are smelly, ate some jelly
Made me worse, what a curse, throat like furze.
Drank some coke, what a joke, made me choke
Feel so weak, can hardly speak.
Think I’m dying, feel like crying, friends are sighing. WIFE”S not buying
“Stop the moaning, give up groaning, no more conning,
Just be glad, you’re not as bad, as poor old Brad,
He’s got piles." Hides her smiles
Counted sheep, fell asleep, in a heap, nice and deep.
Woke up fine, after nine, drank some wine,
What a day, I have to say, come what may,
I’m still alive, I’ll survive.
Tracie's Contest : Make me laugh- make me giggle Sept 2011
this is an old one but rules say that's okay
Furze- Gorse -a thorny plant
Hello, guys! am I new to you?
Don't be scared I am just a virus
I came to the human cycle recently
As some Chinese eat wild animal
Come on! Let's tell you something
About my attitude toward people
Even some people have been killed
Actually, I am much soft tempered
As a matter of fact, I don't want to kill
I am trying to dwell well in a new life
And trying to be your friend as possible
Come on! Don't feel too scary, friend!
I am right turning to be another flu
I will leave when summer is coming
And come back as the weather is cold
And now I am ready to leave!
And may I visit again alike another flu
I swear, my parents act like they were never teens in a pandemic growing up.
I was watching “Perry Mason,” an HBO show set in the 1930s. Perry gets mail out of his mailbox and I think “no GLOVES??” This pandemic has a hold of me.
6:30am I’m finishing my shower - wrapping my hair in a towel.
Mom: *from my room* “I have something for you!”
Me: “OK.” (I’m curious)
I step out of the shower, wrap on a towel, and my mom steps up and gives me a flu shot without so much as a “by your leave.” Dr. Surprise strikes again.
My arm hurts =/
Writing a paper, on my computer, in class - I try to use the perfect word but I spell it so badly the spell checker gives up and in effect, says “I got nothin’.” I switch words.
Telling a girl to calm down is like trying to put a cat in a tub.
My parents think every guy I talk to is my boyfriend.
If I’m texting and smiling my parents think I have a boyfriend.
I say, I don’t know” when I don’t care.
For ALL of its downsides virtual school is better because:
My two BFF and I have a facetime call going ALL school day so we can say
snarky things..
I can listen to music on my headphones during classes.
I have multiple screens so I can web-surf during classes.
I don’t have to wear shoes or a skirt!
I can put a video up so it looks like I’m paying attention.
I can snack/take a bathroom break whenever I want to.
I don’t have to carry a backpack or make locker stops.
I can be late or leave early and blame it on “tech issues”.
When I was child I remember thinking the flu shot was a cure.
Boy was I wrong.
The Flu Shot is meant to prepare your immune system by allowing a version of the virus inside to prepare for a potentially deadly virus in the future.
God is great. He blessed us with nothing less or more than we can handle.
Personally, I think God planned for me and her to meet.
She was my flu shot.
God knew how much I believed in "True Love".
He also knew my Faith in "love" could potentially break me.
And so, his plan was set in motion.
He was to put forth a woman so beautiful to me, I would believe in Angels.
A woman with such a beautiful soul I would not only look past her imperfections, but fall in love with them.
A woman so lovely she would make my dreams become reality.
But only a dream it was, and soon to be nightmare.
I almost did not have the strength to climb out of the love pit I sank in.
It was not my broken heart that was holding me back from moving on.
It was my broken foundation of existence.
It took many rain falls for me to realize my foundation was not broken.
It was not even shaken.
It was reconstructed.
God gave me a choice. I could believe she was the right one or she was the right one to learn from.
I decided to choose the later...and thanked God for my flu shot.
IT'S NOT THE FLU MY DYING FRIEND.
IT'S NANO TECHNOLOGY RESIDING WITH IN.
LET ME HELP YOU UNDERSTAND,
POPULOUS CONTROL OF MODERN MAN.
THE THOUGHTS OF GOVERNMENT,
WE ARE JUST SHEEPLE.
WITH NANO TECHNOLOGY,
THEY CONTROL ALL THE PEOPLE.
IF YOU DARE RAISE YOUR FIST,
YOUR YOUR NAME IS ADDED TO A GOVERNMENT LIST.
TODAY THEY CALL IT A FEMA CAMP.
A BETTER WAY TO KNOW WHERE YOUR'E AT.
THEY USE THE DRONES TO PATROL THE SKIES.
TYPE IN YOUR SOCIAL AND SOON YOU DIE.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE UNLESS YOU LIVE UNDERGROUND.
YOU LIVE LIKE A MOLE TILL THE DAY YOU ARE FOUND.
THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE, THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW.
THIS ALL STARTED LONG AGO.
WE WERE DEALT THIS DEADLY BLOW,
WHEN WE MADE CONTACT WITH UFO'S
better
I’m finally starting to feel normal (I had the flu)
It’s hard to read or write with shifting temperatures
to make the mental notes required for homework
to focus on the clinical, virtual classes that put me to sleep.
It’s a story as old as time - girl catches something
and either she dies or she doesn’t.
So today (Sunday) feels sharp, tactile and earned.
The Grammy’s are on tonight - does anyone watch them any more?
With so many artists finding and building audiences online rather
than on radio and the fading print media, getting a Grammy in 2026 seems like a secondary co-sign of success rather than some life changing achievement.
THAT being said, I think it’ll be a big year for Chappell Roan, Teddy Swims, Sabrina Carpenter and Charli xcx.
See ya!
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2026 Grammy nominated songs:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Beautiful People (Stay High) by The Black Keys
Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter
Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan
Bandicoot's bounce over my dead lead head.
Grim the outlook,
I am the grimness in my own storybook.
Moods are my mannerism's.
Gooey nose - a stonking flu
got me
now I mimic a monkey
with my bullhorn blowing.
When will the sun rise my eyes?
Blighted by sniffles, I dizzy and sway
to the 'Drug Mart', there to gag and goggle;
at so many meds for a bunged-up head.
Handfuls of hope
back to the laze-upon floozy chair
guzzling pills a popping.
Later, write this,
mayhap get pissed on some bitter brew.
Bandicoot's snoring.
A little peckish.
Here a glimmer
there it is, the shiny light,
feeling svelte in a sky bright blue.
Sniffing better, sleep later.
Poetry Challenge Day Three
Poem Number 21
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Thank Goodness for the OTCs
Relieving coughs, sniffles and sneeze
Ibuprofen for the fever
So thankful for this pain reliever
And answered prayers
Through Acedominaphrin
Hallelujah, and amen
Blessed through modern medicine!
P.C. Poem #22
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We've rested almost through the day
But now I am quite pleased to say
This mighty mean and nasty flu
Tonight is feeling almost through
The painful throbbing in my head
Abated now, I'm up from bed!