Ohhh it’s that time of year again – seem to have contracted freshers flu prematurely! Pass me the Lemsip!

Worldly Winds

I’m feeling much better after a restful weekend – I thought I’d share this silly poem 🙂

A poet with a head cold

is not so good to see

fuelled by Olbas and by Vicks

tissues to fell a tree

Cannot think of words to write

has lost their sense of meter

rhymes won’t work and sPeLing’s gone

it could be writ much neater

My brain’s contracted that’s 4 sure

and poems just turn out grotty

So I’ll just snuggle in my bed

and knock back ten hot toddies

© WoMan Flu 21.10.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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