Friendship has its limits

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    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