The Man Flu


Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth

My husband has a cold
You all know how that goes
He might just sneeze himself to death
Die of a stuffy nose

My husband has a cold
He feels a little hot
He might be taken by a chill
Or drown in phlegm and snot

My husband has a cold
We ask you that you mind
Our family’s grief and privacy
During this trying time

And saying please sit tight
To all friend’s and relations
Or visit our Crowdfunding Page
To make a nice donation

Because he’s been through tissues
Bout three of four feet deep
Along with all the chicken soup
And Nyquil isn’t cheap

My husband has a cold
I hear it is the worst
He says a cough might take him out
But I might get him first.

Inspired by my friend Rob at The V-Pub who knows The Man Flu all too well.


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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