My nose is all stopped up.
My eyes are a-water.
I don't feel like workin'
And I know I otter.
My stomach is a rollin',
My head is a throbbin'
A shameful temper this
Infliction is causin'!
With antibiotics,
My doctor fills me.
My only reaction
Is when he bills me!
It clings to my body
In spite of rejection.
Will I ever get rid
Of this dad-burned infection?
THE FLU
by Linda L. Rigsbee
Poems & Quotes by Linda L. Rigsbee
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