As I was sleeping and the hour crept later
someone attacked me with a big cheese grater.
They filed my throat with its vicous rasp.
Now each drawn breath is a pain filled gasp.
My skin's been heated like the desert sky.
They've started hammering behind each eye
and now they're whispering that I've got to
be grateful that they haven't given me Man Flu.
Oh, Kath, thank goodness you've escaped Man Flu...I have nursed many a casualty and it's horrendous, all that finger snapping for attention and simultaneously groaning in agony...though, seriously, I love the innovative humour of this piece, and the rhyming couplets are spot on!! :)