One day I went home sick with the flu, and my wife insisted that I help her around the house anyway...oh well the story speaks for it's self........
To Do With Flu
I went to work the other day,
with a hundred four fever, I would say.
My boss said, "I think what's best for you
is go home and rest a day or two."
So I drove home to lay down a spell.
My brain was cooked, I felt like, well,
you know, a fever and a racking cough.
Just crawled in bed to sleep it off.
I start to rest, to some degree,
when my wife comes in to talk to me.
"I know you're ailing with the flu,
but I'm sure there's a few things you can do."
"Now since your home, I do insist
you catch up on your To Do List."
"But honey...you know I'm really shot.
My fever's up-my forehead's hot."
She said, "I'm sure you'll find the energy
to give a little help to me.
You're not as sick as you put on.....
So please get up and mow the lawn."
So I get up and cut the grass.
( Just to make the conflict pass)
Then with fever in my head,
I drag my body back to bed.
I lay there for half an hour,
when in walks my higher power.
"I know you think you're comatose,
but clean the driveway with the hose."
"But hon...I think I got the flu,
there's not a lot that I can do"
" It's not been cleaned for several weeks,
It'll put some color in your cheeks."
"Then cut those trees down in the back,
and please repair my laundry rack,"
"But hon....I'm sick it's really true."
"The fresh air will be good for you."
So I cleaned the driveway best I could,
and chopped them trees to firewood.
The rack I fixed, so she's not mad...
( By now I'm feeling really bad.)
So I drink a cup of herbal tea,
and pull the blankets over me.
When in walks, well, you know who.
Says, "babes...I got a job for you."
"Clean those gutters, like you should."
But honey....I don't feel so good...
"You'll get some sun and you'll improve."
"I don't think that I can even move."
So I get up and climb the ladder,
just so she won't get any madder.
I cleaned those gutters, nice and neat.
I know I'm dying on my feet.
Then to the bedroom I retire,
my body aches, I'm all on fire.
My temperature must be one-o-five.
It's a miracle I'm still alive.
My wife comes in, gives me a hug,
"You know that drain hole still needs dug ?"
"But honey...I'm sick as I can be..
This day of rest is killing me"
"Now get out there, and please don't pout.
Some good hard work will sweat it out."
"But honey..I'm one big body ache...."
"This shovel will make your fever break."
I stagger out, though not inclined,
and dug that hundred foot of line.
Then with pain down to my toes,
I climb into my working clothes.
Jumped in my car to drive to work,
(my wife had thought I'd gone berserk.)
"Please stay home, you know you're sick.
Don't rush off to work so quick."
I said, "You're right...as right can be,
but your cure for flu is killing me.
Cause one more day of this"... I said,
"I'm pretty sure that I'll be DEAD."
So if you're ailing with the flu,
I think it's best, you take my cue.
Don't be too quick to stay home sick.
Insure her list ain't piled to thick.
For she'll insist that what you've missed,
what's to do's past due, on the to-do list.
Copyright; Fred Moore
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