Clancy, my Fictitious friend.
C. J. Black©β
Fictitious Clancy folded up his morning paper – smirked – and quietly said we are running out of ink
This statement took me by surprise – I did not know what to think
What makes you jump to that conclusion, this question I posed to him?
He said we’ve gone to the well too often – now it’s time to sink or swim
So I threw him this life-line – Let us bang our heads together allow our thoughts run free
We will write a proper poem you can rely on me
O.K. he said I’ll stand back and leave this one to you
But here’s the challenge – compose a poem comprised of the word flu.
So I sat down with a blank page relishing the task in hand
There’s nothing like a challenge to write something on demand
So I closed my mind to the outside world with no Fic to consult
All I hope is that you are pleased with the end result.
Streaming eyes,
Running nose,
Symptoms of flu
What to do?
Pill pop
Hope to stop
Cold sweat,
Sickly feeling
Head thumping
Major sneeze
Some ease,
Hot Toddy
Straight to bed
Duvet up – cover head
Next day throw a sickie
Then recover – One flu over.
Fic emerged waving a white handkerchief –
And declared – never again will I shy away from giving you a brief.
Thank you I said – will I tell you what I think?
There’s plenty of lead left in that pencil he said – with that smirk and that wink.
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