Mae Scanlan: Down And Out In Any Language

Down and Out in Any Language

Vomiting, and chills and fever,
Don't add up to joie de vivre.
Lying huddled on ma chaise,
Victim of a foul malaise,
Retching half the night and day,
That is not my tasse de thé.
First I'm cold, then hot, et cetera,
Ouvrez, fermez la fenêtre,
I'm awake, I cannot sleep,
All because I've got la grippe.
There are worse things, I suppose,
But flu is not la vie en rose.

Mae Scanlan