2 DU with Flu by Fredrich MohreI went to work the other day,
With a hundred-four fever, I would say.
My boss says, I think whats best for you
Is go home and rest a day or two.
So I drove home, to lay down a spell.
My brain was cooked, I felt like
well
You know, a fever and racking cough.
Just crawled in bed to sleep it off.
I start to rest, to some degree,
When my wife comes in to talk to me.
I know youre ailing with the flu,
But Im sure theres a few things you can do.
Now since youre home, I do insist
You catch up on your TO Do List
But honey,
.you know Im really shot.
My fevers up
my foreheads hot.
She said, Im sure youll find some energy
to give a little help to me.
You aint as sick as you put on
So please get up and mow the lawn.
So I get up and cut the grass.
(Just to make the conflict pass.)
Then with fever in my head,
I drag my body back to bed.
I laid there for half an hour,
When in walks my higher power.
I know you think youre comatose,
But clean the driveway with the hose.
But hon
I think I got the flu,
Theres not a lot that I can do.
Its not been cleaned for several weeks,
Itll put some color in your cheeks.
Then cut those trees down in the back,
And please repair my laundry rack,
But hon
Im sick..Its really true.
The fresh air will be good for you.
So I cleaned the driveway best I could,
And chopped them trees to firewood.
The rack, I fixed, so shes not mad
..
(By now, Im feeling REALLY bad.)
So I drink a cup of herbal tea,
Then pull the blankets over me.
When in walks, well, you know who
.
Says, babes..I got a job for you.
Go clean those gutters, like you should.
But honey
I dont feel so good..
Youll get some sun and youll improve.
I dont think that I can move
.
So I get up and climb the ladder,
Just so she wont get any madder.
I cleaned those gutters, nice and neat.
(I know Im dying on my feet.)
Then to the bedroom I retire,
My body aches, Im all on fire.
My temperature must be one-o-five,
Its a miracle that Im still alive.
My wife comes in, gives me a hug.
You know that drain hole still needs dug?
But honey..I sick as I can be
This day of rest is killing me
Now get out there, and please dont pout.
Some good hard work will sweat it out.
But honey
.Im one big body ache
This shovel should make your fever break.
I staggered out, though not inclined,
And dug that hundred foot of line.
Then with pain down to my toes,
I climbed in to my working clothes.
Jumped in my car, to drive to work.
(My wife had thought Id gone berserk.)
Please stay home, you know youre sick,
Dont rush off to work so quick.
I said, Youre right
as right can be
But your cure for flu is killing me.
Cause one more day of this I said.
Im pretty sure that Ill be dead
So if youre ailing with the flu,
I think its best to take my cue.
Dont be too quick to stay home sick.
Insure her list aint piled too thick
For shell insist that what youve missed,
Whats to dos now due, on your To-Do-List
01/01/2003 Posted on 04/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Fredrich Mohre
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/14/05 at 09:16 PM ...ahhh, fredrich, man-o-man, you and denny [king of limericks] just slay me...love this, as i do all yours i read, little diatribe to you-know-whooooweee, are we in trouble now...nahahahahaha...lovely, lovely the way you play with words...peace, chaz |
Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/15/05 at 04:34 PM OMG, you never fail to make laugh. i love the flow and the rhyhm. |
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/17/05 at 01:10 PM Another too funny slice of life here...love it! |
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