“I’ve a tickle in my throat”
that’s what the poor man said,
“I’ve a tickle in my throat
and can’t lay down in bed”.
He swallowed and he coughed
as hard as he could do,
he took a drink of water
to help to see him through.
He tossed and turned for ages
his wife he kept awake,
“Go and take some medicine”,
she said, “for goodness sake”.
He went downstairs still coughing
making such an awful noise,
the dog caused him a mishap,
still coughing, he lost his poise.
He slipped and knocked his head
on the cold stone floor that night,
he never coughed again
and gave his wife an awful fright.
She had a peaceful sleep
to him, she gave no thought,
they buried him last Friday,
while her nerves a little taut.
The moral of this story
if you should get a cough,
take care, it’s not the tickle
it’s the coffin that carries you off.
Adding your comment:
Poor man though, oh well, should have taken his medicine earlier shouldn't he? lol
Thanks for the giggle Sue. 
