much has been written
’bout men being sick:
they’re wimpy and snively
and not worth a lick.
and then there is Studly
that man among men
stronger by far than
one even might ken.
when Studly is sick,
though, all bets are off
his sneezes are epic
and, oh my, his cough!
he won’t take my help,
but, boy, does he need me
and heaven help us both
if I’m not there when I should be.
of course I’m aware it’s
my cold he’s caught,
still I’m an an angel when ill
and he’s certainly not.
Poor Studly!
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Hot toddy time for Studly? Are you really an angel, ever? Sorry I couldn’t help myself. You seem like a pistol but I am sure even pistols have their angel moments 🙂
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I told him I’d fix him a hot toddy. “Now what good would that do?” He said. He’s like Eeyore when he is sick. And I’m probably not an angel, but compared to him, I definitely am!
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