Saturday, January 4, 2014

alouette

The Flu

The tree’s still up
Have hot tea in cup
Could be a nice quiet time
But I’m feeling blue
‘cause I have the flu
I’m feeling not so sublime

The tissues mount high
I cough, groan and sigh
This turns the day to a dud
So pass the Nyquil
And some day I will

Escape this miserable crud

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