I KNOW I never want to see
these horrible germs come back to me.
I got them from my kids, you know,
and now I feel I'm in death's throes.
The hacking cough, fever and chills...
does throwing up or aching give more thrills?
I'm barricading up the door
so I'll see these germs no more.
That is a foolish wish, and cruel...
for my son goes to public school
and brings home fun germs to roost.
They run amok when they are loosed.
So bring on the vinegar and honey,
buy some Nyquil - there goes my money.
These germs will leave, but here's the catch...
they'll morph to something else -and be back!
Rude.
5 comments :
LOL!
That was great Jo thanks for the laugh!
you are still a crack-up even when you're sick...so sorry! wish I lived closer so I could bring you some soup!!!
I am so very sad
That you are feeling bad.
I hope Chad didn't get it, too.
It sounds like it was a nasty flu!
Soon it will be over,you'll be on the mend.
Best wishes to you, my dear, dear friend!
I miss you!!!
Ah, Jo - You finally have a real live place to publish your poetry! Now you can get those literary juices flowing again...en avant!!!
Love, Sister Mom
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