I woke at four, attending to the dog’s
Desire to go outside. I found my lungs,
Were requisitioned by a crate of frogs.
My bronchi, alveoli, nose and tongue
Were rich in what I only can describe
As ‘gunge’. Though ‘mucus’ is the proper word
For that secretion. Tears streamed from my eyes.
I staggered to my feet. It then occurred
To me that few should like to catch this cold
Were I to to spread it round in London Town.
I’d work from home: I’d fain be just as bold
In my decisions, though clad in dressing-gown.
If you feel like crap and your lungs are full of phlegm
Then ‘Stay At Home!’ should be your apopthegm.
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I, Editor by Henry Gee
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An Apopthegm on Phlegm
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- Wednesday, 07 Jan uary 2009 - 05:21 UTC
Last updated: Wednesday, 07 Jan 2009 - 05:21 UTC
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Comments
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Chances are, that in that rural sector
You have that virus, symptoms and disease,
That you alone could never be the vector
To make all London suffer, cough and wheeze.
Even if you don’t feel like crap, Benylin encourage you to pull a sicky.
That sounds bad, Henry (the infection, not the poetry); staying home seems like the best course for the hoarse.
Many of the people I interact with at work treat patients at the university hospital, or in the university dental clinics, and so going in to work while very contagious is not particularly considerate.