Fourteen days since fourteenth February
Since that gift of flu someone gave to me
Still I have my sense of humour about this
Delirious dreams of prince and get well kiss
In all my splendour here I lay, recovering
Wishing just one flower, he would bring
Woe is me, I want that gallantry
Hurry now, come rescue me
Sending you a cyberrose right now, fair princess! ... And lots of vitamin C
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write Tia...lol...flu is horrible isn't it? ...10++ nFi