RAPID CYCLING POEMS

MY NEW VIRUS

MY NEW VIRUS

I’ve been struck down by a virus there’s really no compare

It’s new to all the Doctors, they’re pulling out their hair

It quite debilitating, as yet it has no name

Now I’ve suffered from it I know that I’ll never be the same

I spend my days upon my arse in front of the TV

I send out for my food each day and eat it on my knee

I like to stay in bed till noon and stay in my pyjamas

I sit around and dream all day of living in the Bahamas

Secretly I know I have just plain old Lazyitus

But apparently the Doctors think it is Sitonmyfatbumus.