The Flu

Published In:
Ypsilanti Gleanings, May 2001,
May 2001
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WHEN YOUR BACK IS BROKE
AND YOUR EYES ARE BLURRED
AND YOUR SHIN BONES KNOCK
AND YOUR TONGUE IS FURRED
AND YOUR DOGGONE SURE YOUIR GOING TO DIE,
BUT YOUR SKEERED YOU WON'T AND AFRAID YOU WILL
JUST DRAG TO BED AND HAVE YOUR CHILL,
AND PRAY TO THE LORD TO SEE YOU THROUGH,
FOR YOUV'E GOT THE FLU, BOY, YOU'VE GOT THE FLU.
WHEN YOUR TOES CURL UP,
AND YOUR BELT GOES FLAT,
AND YOU'RE TWICE AS MEAN AS A THOMAS CAT,
AND LIFE IS ONE LONG AND DISMAL CURSE.
AND YOUR FOOD ALL TASTES LIKE A HARDBOILED HEARSE,
WHEN YOUR LATTICE ACHES AND HEAD'S ABUZZ,
AND NOTHING IS AS IT EVER WAS.
HERE ARE MY SAD REGRETS TO YOU–
YOU'VE GOT THE FLU BOY
YOU'VE GOT THE FLU.
WHAT IS IT LIKE, THIS SPANISH FLU?
ASK ME, BROTHER, FOR I'VE BEEN THROUGH,
IT IS MISERY OUT OF SHEER DESPAIR;
IT PULLS YOUR TEETH AND CURLS YOUR HAIR;
IT THINS YOUR BLOOD AND BRAYS YOUR BONES.
AND FILLS YOUR CRAW WTIH MOANS AND GROANS,
AND SOMETIMES, MAYBE, YOU GET WELL,
SOME CALL IT FLU, I CALL IT H
DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAVE IT????

THIS WAS FROM THE NORTHVILLE RECORD, MARCH 16, 1928