A humorous poem about “man flu”
<p><em><strong>Barbara Binland is the pen name of a senior, Julie Grenness, in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. She is a poet, writer, and part-time English and Maths tutor, with over 40 years of experience. Her many books are available on Amazon and Kindle.</strong></em></p>
<p align="center"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Colds for Older Men</span></p>
<p align="center">Wifey flings open the bedroom door,</p>
<p align="center">Not gazing kindly, a picture she draws,</p>
<p align="center">Wife blows her nose, her cheeks a’rose,</p>
<p align="center">Her husband lies there, full of moans,</p>
<p align="center">Her husband begs,</p>
<p align="center">Wifey takes a breath,</p>
<p align="center">“Yes, dear, I know you have a man-cold,</p>
<p align="center">But, dear, I too, have a man-cold,</p>
<p align="center">But women are not allowed to groan,</p>
<p align="center">or nag, says men, you are alone,</p>
<p align="center">I, too, have a cold,</p>
<p align="center">But, well, this washing’s getting old,</p>
<p align="center">I’m cooking tea, and minding the grandkids,</p>
<p align="center">No, I shan’t make soup like your mother did,</p>
<p align="center">Yes, dear, the undertakers are near,</p>
<p align="center">Here’s your last will for your man-cold,</p>
<p align="center">Your whinging, is like, well, old!</p>
<p align="center">I have to iron your shirts now,</p>
<p align="center">Yes, dear, I know I am a fat old cow,</p>
<p align="center">But, dear, I have your balls in my purse,</p>
<p align="center">I do hope our man-colds don’t get any worse!</p>