Wednesday 6 February 2013

The Dreaded Flu


The Dreaded Flu



Today, I feel so rotten
A nasty flu I have gotten

My nose drips like a tap
My temper ready to snap

My eyes are full of tears
The spirit is void of cheers

Bed seems to be the place
To go to with some grace

No doubt, my joints will ache
And the face will nearly bake

And though it’s only the flu
It leaves the  soul very blue

I wish there is some cure
That could kill it for sure

Ghanim Anaz- Watford, U.K.

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