Being ill

Being ill’s incredible,
Even pretty smart,
I’ve got the knack of lounging,
Down to a very smart art.

I’ve got me favourite scarf,
Wrapped around me chest,
Me fluffy dressing gown on,
And Hubble at my behest.

Quick discard the outerwear,
Here come another hot flush,
Hang on…………
There is no rush.

I’m cold again,
I’m shivering,
I’m feeling bloody cold,

This inconsiderate virus,
Is getting a tad to bold.

It better get a move on,
Find another home,
Cause I can’t stand another day,
Laying here alone.

I’ve got being ill,
Down to a fine art,
It isn’t very clever,
It isn’t very smart.