Flu Poem by Philo Yan

Flu



Flu season came knocking at our door
Having the flu what "gifts" you want more?
Fever, cough, sniffles, infamously fame
Though if you compare, aren't they tame?
The joints are the ones, a tactical pain
oh what fun, your energy drain
Now I know what Pinhead would feel
The flu run what a $%^&%& deal!

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Flu
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: health
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