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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