Sneezes, coughs,
kerchoos and moans,
Aching joints
kerchoos and moans,
Aching joints
and fire-filled bones,
Stuck in bed
for hours on end
for hours on end
Day and night
become a blend.
become a blend.
Pressure in my
round eyeballs
Might explode
before night falls
round eyeballs
Might explode
before night falls
Scratchy throat
that feels like dirt
that feels like dirt
Heavy footsteps,
choking screams;
choking screams;
Fever feeds some crazy dreams.
Mindless thinking, pain-laced whims
Nerves full throttle, reason dims.
What a mess this sickly trip!
Wish it was one I could skip!
Yet since it came round my way
Snuggled in I’ll eat sorbet.
Fickle fever slinks away
Time to mend this ragged stay―
Wash the sheets, feet on the floor!
Bye, bye flu―you’re out the door!
p.s. Love this photo of my hubby when he was a little guy!
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