Daddy Papersurfer

At the slightest sniffle, the first ‘Atchoo’
Straight to bed, announcing “’Flu!”
Being brave
So near the grave
“Just some tea – I can hardly chew
Oh and if it’s poss, my dearest dear,
A little broth, not hot, and clear,
A slice of bread
Before I’m dead
Would definitely bring some cheer.”
Forehead wiped and pillows plumped
The peabrain works on being slumped,
It won’t be [...]