Poetry for Man Flu or Worse

Do you have pale and blotchy skin?

And your teeth fall out when you grin

Is there noxious fluids oozing, running out of your head

And your eyes have turned a dark shade of red

Locked in the toilet, sat all day

Creating terrible smells that make folk run away

As you cough and splutter like some phantom beast

Your hands and feet slimy and smelling of yeast

Your temperature high, you have a delirious mind

Hair now resembling old bacon rind

Your dinner tasting of rancid cuttlefish

Which once you finish you return back to its dish (YUCK)

Do your friends wear masks and will not come in

Wearing rubber gloves to read your notes,

before burning them in the bin

Does your doctor say you just have man flu

The way that women doctors do

Or is the undertaker smiling
or at least trying

On his way

To ensure you are not left lying 

On the floor all day.
To scoop you up
And take you
Away
Which can only mean

The End.