The Tallyhoo Flu Poem by Richard D Remler

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This poor computer has a cold,
It does not feel too well.
I'm certain there's a fever here,
But I have no way to tell.
It's slow in all its waking,
It's drowsy with delay.
I've suggested some
Bejeweled,
But it does not want to play.
Its little mouse just sits there,
Contemplating every click,
Its tiny little reddish light
Blinking low and sick.
And this grumpy little keyboard,
With every tap, tap, tap
Dictates very clearly,
How it needs to take a nap!
And somewhere in its tallyhoo
I hear a grindly, groobish hummm,
As if its hair is thwadded up
In tons and tons of chewing gum.
And it's nodding off and on and off,
As if it's nothing new,
This itty bitty nitty little thing
We call the flu.
So I suppose I'll get creative.
I'll do something else
Instead,
There'll be no
Facebooking today,
When my computer's
Sick in bed.

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