Man Flue
Slimy sloppy
Sticky snotty
This cold is making me feel grotty
Bunged up nose
And aching head
I wish that I was bloody dead
I can't sleep
And I'm so tired
I loath this infection I have acquired
Pop a pill
Yellow and red
Just before I go to bed
Toss and turn
I'm cold
I'm hot
Do they help
Not a lot
Sniffing sneezing
panting Wheezing
This flaming cold is not yet easing
How much longer
I'm fading fast
I do not think I'm going to last
But last I will
And beat this bug
So I can stop feeling like a slug.
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