An Ode to the Flu

Jan 27, 2004 13:32

Ode to Flu

Flu, thou art quite disturbing,
My conscious thoughts thou art perturbing.
My head feels inflated as a beach ball
My feverish moans may be heard down the hall.
Oh flu, why dost thou make me so weary
And create in my eyes an expression quite teary?
My joints are so achy, I'm staying in bed,
Flu, you really have gone to my head.

*snap snap*
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