Another blank page glares at me!
Out in warm sun I’d like to be
Admiring Wordsworth's daffodils …
But I have ‘flu; am taking pills!
A honking cough, my lights sink low
I wrap up warm and take life slow
Obliged to cancel rendezvous
As sharing bugs ain’t what I do!
My sense of taste and smell - denied!
The dreaded ‘lurgy’ takes a ride
And snaffles all my ‘joie de vivre’;
Hence, paper hankies fill my sleeve!
So much for roast lamb feast with friend;
All things considered, I should spend
This Easter Day in bed – alone
With no companion but my phone!
These bugs are a real scourge, I’m told;
Should I blame
the constant cold
Which still pervades, although it’s Spring?
This Easter has a hollow ring …
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
Yesss
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