A spoon of this and a spoon of that.

It has struck again, the dreaded bug

No shake hands, no sign of a hug

Friends and family shy away not keen

Whispers of unclean, unclean

What was I to do

There is no escaping this dreaded flu.

Hospitals are filled to overflowing

Yet people continue going

Not heeding what is being said

Visit your G.P. we don’t have a bed

Still people flow in the hospital door

Keen to sleep on corridor or floor

Putting extra pressure on both doctor and nurse

Who must view this flu as a proper curse

I’m off now, hope its not too late

For the next few days its bed and self medicate.

(c) Chris Black 2017