Friendship has its limits

None of the experts can seem to agree

If it’s influenza type A or influenza type B

I had thought of the shots and then I forgot it

But whichever the strain, I know that I’ve got it!

My eyes are all red and my nose is all runny

My throat is on fire, I’ve cramps in my tummy

My stomach is queasy, my head’s in a fog

The hell with the type, I’m sick as a dog

You tell me that soon I’ll be on the mend

So I’m hanging in loose, but it’s at the wrong end

Then you boldly proclaim that it’s only the flu

Well you ought to know, since I caught it from you!

Geraldine Forer Spagnoli

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