I’ve got a cold, so I’m at home today.
(I think I got it from a Christmas kiss.)
I’m just being kind to fellow workers. They
Would hate these germs, I’m positive of this.
Tomorrow, too, I’m quite tempted to take.
Maybe these germs aren’t so bad after all?
No-one can accuse them of being fake,
My nose redder than a tomato stall.
Meanwhile, my white cells battle furiously
Against the heathen invader virus,
While red cells merely stand back curiously
Like rubber-neckers, wondering what’s this fuss?
I hope you don’t catch cold from reading this.
Tonight I can’t even give you a good night kiss!
Tue 2 Jan 2007
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