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.
Symptoms of flu
What to do?
Hope to stop
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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