Poems • Humour


Man Flu

You cough and sniff and think you’re ill
Happy to take any cure, potion or pill

You moan and groan and often complain
Take to your bed as if you’re in pain

You look for sympathy for your ‘fevered brow’
And if it’s not forth coming you’ll sulk and row

You think there is no one worse off than you
You poor old soul, its only man flu!