As I lay I'll upon my bed
A drum beats a tune inside my head
One minute hot and the next freezing
My body shaking, my chest wheezing
An unwilling prisoner of my bed
Thoughts of self pity fill my head
And as my whines go without reply
The painkillers I take give no respite
But no sympathy has flown my way
Can't they see that I'm starting to fade
This terrible suffering I'm going through
This deadly affliction they call man flu
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Daniel (
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Regular flu sucks too! Very good. Made me sick...only kidding. I have had the flu, flu and the times when you just feel plain fed up and sick and tired. Good job.
To be fair us men do tend to milk it a little, and make more of it than it actually is haha. All ok now and thanks for the great comment!
Awesome write
Thank you Tony!
Welcome
Very nice poem, I hope you feel better soon! Christina
Thanks Christina, am am ok now but was a bit of a whinge monster at the time! Thanks for your great comment!
Great write! Enjoyed it greatly! My ex had man flu, like, all the time! -- phoenix
We men do know how to milk a cold haha! Thanks for your comment!
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Awh, poor baby. I'll fix you a hot toddy. Nicely done.
This to me has the best rhythm out of any of your last four or five pieces.
I like it!
I would personally not have included the word "that" in the second line of the third stanza, but again, that's just me.
Thank you Psentinel!
Brilliant poem, it's insightful and funny at the same time at how man-flu is deemed the worse kind (according to my big brother 😂) I'm going to read your poem to him..
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Haha I'm glad someone has found a use for it!! Thank you for your great comment.
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