by joetwo

My body aches, my chest is sore

It is far too much to bear

I’ve caught the dreaded man-flu

Oh please, won’t someone care

Too tired to work or clean the house

The energies not there

Bedridden with the man-flu

No strength for me to spare

Throat sore, my voice is now long gone

My ill can not be eased

Yet when I speak of man-flu

My boss is never pleased

Fever’s high, I’m shivering

Things are getting worse

Laid low with the man-flu

I wish to lose this curse