Andy Sutcliffe

Man Flue - Poem by Andy Sutcliffe

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.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Every man suffers from this dreadful illness and I am one of those men

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2013

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