Man Flu

Oh why when men get poorly

 

And the man flu's made them sick

 

They have to do it publically

 

And never miss a trick

 

To cough and wheeze and splutter

 

And show you all their snot

 

And lie moaning on the sofa

 

So you can see just what they've got

 

They yell for soup and sympathy

 

They wail, they shriek, they moan

 

In front of anyone that's listening

 

They can't be left alone

 

As  they may  run out of tissues

 

Or their lemsips could go cold

 

They need duvets, and the heating on

 

For when the chills take hold

 

Now women on the other hand

 

Well we dont like to make a scene

 

We just try to grin and bear it

 

You all know what I mean!

 

We struggle on regardless

 

And ignore the aches and pain

 

And if we mention feeling ill

 

Our men go down again

 

But this time with a super bug

 

That's bigger, badder, worse

 

I know all you ladies out there

 

Are agreeing with my verse

 

So today I shall say nothing

 

I'll sit quietly for once

 

I'll ignore my throbbing limbs

 

And the pounding in my bonce

 

I'll go and make my own soup

 

And sit and slurp alone

 

No-one will notice that I'm ill

 

As I don't really like to moan!