There was a young man with the flu,
Who wheezed, "What am I meant to do?
I'm feeling so crap
My nose is a tap
And my eyelids are welded with glue.
Oh why did I get this disease
It fills me with such great unease
I cannot go out
And wander about
And I'm sweating and swimming in grease."
His partner fell ill with it too
Though unwell, she had plenty to do
To tend to his needs
And his invalid feeds
Some gruel, and some meat in a stew.
But the man, being totally male
Groaned and moaned, like a ship in full sail
He'd occasionally beg
For a lightly boiled egg
And some Guinness, or similar ale.
You see, that's the thing with the flu
If you're male, you won't know what to do
While the female works on
As her partner's strength's gone
And he lies in his bed feeling blue.
A contest entry
- SWINE FLU EPIDEMIC! - BIG POINTS - LIGHT VERSE by CelticQueen.
1500 points, ended November 3, 10 entries
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Ha! Yes, the man with the flu does tend to languish in bed all day and then rally for a pint of an evening....... This was lovely! I am sure you are not like this at all Keith. xx D
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While I agree, this is normally the case, I'll have to say that my husband took wonderful care of me while I was sick. I'm praying he won't come down with it.
"And I'm sweating and swimming in grease"
I'm not entirely sure what you mean here, but I've noticed that whenever you're sick, your hair instantly turns into an oilslixk~ .(generic "you"). It's gross.
Good rhyming. Thanks for entering. c -
VERY TRUE
For a male who's intrepid and bold
it is ALWAYS flu never a cold.
He'll cough and he'll sneeze
and spread his disease
no matter if he's young or old.
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