A BOUT OF THE FLU
You wake one morning feeling fine,
But before the day is out you want to whine,
Each bone aches, a throat that is really soar,
You cough and choke, can't breath any more.

When you lie down to rest, an impossible task,
The coughing gets worse, you sit up and gasp,
No one can sleep, you keep the whole house awake
With coughing and sneezing, till your jaw will break.

Cold and cough cures don't seem to do any good
First you are hot, then cold, don't want any food,
The doctor says with a kindly unhelpful smile,
It will pass in a week, stay indoors for awhile.

One morning you wake and you slept the night through,
Your cough has loosened, it's the end of the flu.
You go back to work feeling much better and quite fine,
In a day or two someone spreads the flu, again it is mine!

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M Ann Margetson March 14,1999 ©
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