Another bug's been going round

In me a home I think it's found

Head is aching, feeling sick

Throat feels like there's pins in it

Coughing, sneezing, feel so ill

Got to take another pill

Eyes and nose they are bright red

Constantly a drip they have

Lemon juice I will partake Laced with whisky to make it taste

Had so much, I feel quite drunk

A ship I think I could have sunk

Feel so hot then freezing cold

Up then down, I pull the clothes

Looking in a sorry state

Every part of me still aches

After one big sneeze from me

Wishing this but I could see

I'd look upon it with such glee

Then wring it's bloody neck He! He!

L Forshaw

Hawkshead Drive

Sutton Estate

Deane

Bolton

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