Aug 03, 2009 22:16
Oh no! Whatever can we do?
I hear that Helen's got the flu!
Don't panic, darling, it's quite fine
No, wait - did you just say it's swine?
The outlook's grim, I cannot lie
Although I really doubt you'll die
But cheer up, sweetie, don't be glum
I'll be your medication chum
I'll brave the germs, I'll risk it all
Unless you've someone else to call?
You know I jest, I'm there with bells on
I'll be your William Mompesson
Thus greater love I could not show
Chin up and give your nose a blow
liss: the next poet laureate,
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