A butterfly's kiss.
Fleetingly she gives life to
The rooted flower.
Oh now there's a challenge if ever there was one
There once was a fell runner called Old Whippet
Who caught the deadly man flu poor poppet
He took to his bed
like a bear with a sore head
and moaned like a grumpy old whatsit
Now of course we all know
the suffering you guys go through
when struck with a case of the flu
So take from me a big dose of sympathy
and stay in that bed 'till you glow
P.s.
Pull yourself together you whimp
get a grip you pathetic shrimp
you're soft as shite
like a dog with no bite
it's just a bad cold
you must be getting old
get your lazy arse out
or you'll next catch the gout!!!
Hope you feel better soon OW
I don't think I can better Stef's retort nice one stef! but here goes....
Poor little poppett
with his fevered brow
a dry nose, limp paws
and head all a cowed
Here is an elvin tincture
made up of secret spells
a recipe for a super speedy
(in time for allendale) get well
If that doesn't work
there's no need to fret
A traditional geordie slap on the heed
will sort you our dear pet
Meanwhile another Tyneside "grafter"
is developing a corking migraine
triggered by extensive conjecture
about the human brain
So never mind yer man flu
Yer big soft geordie shite
Hot bath! hot curry! whiskey!
and a gentle "tuck in" for the night
You'll wake up back to normal.
Well as normal as only you can be.
And if you damn lucky,
You might be in receipt of elvin tea.
Get well soon dear Old hound![]()