I've got a cough, I'm feeling rough
I'm coughing up some awful stuff
I feel it heavy on my chest
This nasty uninvited guest
I cough it up I spit it out
I've got the flu without a doubt
My lips are chapped, my nose is red
My sense of smell and taste are dead
I blow my nose it blocks my ears
My big brown eyes are streaming tears
I'm cold, I'm week, what can I do
To get rid of this awful flu
Beechams, lemsips, Vicks I try
But they just help me to get by
I think my bed is where I should be
I'll lay and sweat this thing from me
Hopefully I will shift this flu
There's not much more that I can do
Just lay and rest, I think that's best
To rid the uninvited guest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Do feel better soon... perhaps some chicken soup and tea? At least you know once the uninvited guest leaves, he won't return any time soon! PEACE