This is the e-mail I wrote to my boss while waiting for the doctor to return with my prescription:
I feel so sickly and so I whine
With the flu named for swine.
Out for the week, so it’s wrote,
By my doctor on this note.
Headed home with soup and meds
To languish in my sickly bed.
Glad we are done with the budget
Or, I fear, you’d have to fudge it.
Now I end this song I sing
And pray for relief that death will bring.