Floor Flu. - Poem by Colleen Wright
The Floor Flu.
One handsome young man visited his lady friend
and enjoyed her company, he didn't want it to end.
He was so overcome with emotion that he kissed
her sweet lips, and not another opportunity was missed.
She was quite taken with this young country lad,
who she wondered at times if he was simply mad.
He hugged her for hours through the long cold night
and too soon he had to leave, return home before daylight.
So passionate was he that he took a hold of this girl
and on the cold, tiled floor they danced and did whirl.
The dance finished, and with laughter they kissed more
and then somehow, were found hugging on the cold floor.
The clock did chime and it was late, almost midnight,
and the sound of the cuckoo bird gave them a fright.
So now the story goes that that handsome young man
is in bed with the 'Floor Flu', without more kisses to plan.
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