by cricketjeff on July 18, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
And waiting for death to arrive
It’s hard to remember the trick
Is knowing you’re glad you’re alive
If all you get down hurries up
And you’re seeing stars round your head
You don’t want to look at a cup
Or smile when you’re asked if you’ve fed
It’s hard to consider that you
Are happy as pie everyday
When all you can see is the loo
That’s flushing your breakfast away
Tomorrow I’ll eat like a king
But now I don’t want anything!
Yes I know it’s only “man flu” and I’ll be right as rain in no time, but I AM a man and therefore when I am ill the whole world needs to sympathise with me, OK?