Dear Posy and Bru, was thinking of you
since I've been knocked about with this miserly flu.
It's not too bad, just a cough and a cold, and a head that's swelled up through the roof.
I've got snot in my nose, and snot in my ears,
puffy red eyes that water with tears,
a frog in my throat with a best friend named horse, and 42 reasons to not attend class.
There are ache-eez and pain-eez all over my body,
they pinch me and giggle "it's fun to be snotty."
So until I see you some evening next week I'll be keeping my germies in top form at their peak.
And just when those boogers think that they've won I'll hack 'em with C vits. and water and tums.
I'll smack 'em with tea bags of honey and lemon, throw boxes of tissues, and stuff 'em with cadmum.
With 42 billion dead germs at my feet, I'll climb up to my throne and there take my seat
to rule in peace for one week or more
till the germies come back asking for more.
They really don't know what they're asking for!
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