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Oh Dear Me...Mike.


Poor Mike is ill and feeling down,
He's a virus running rife you see...
His eyes are sore, his throat is raw...
And he's feeling as alone as can be!
 
His belly hurts, his head is bad,
Sore and throbbing too,
Poor thing he's in a mess,
And doesn't know what to do!
 
His chest is burning and hurting,
He's as contagious as can be,
His food just doesn't feel the same,
Cos his taste buds don't work you see.
 
He's feeling as down in the dumps,
Cos he's been isolated and feels so sad,
In fact, I have to say it...
He's so sick and feeling so bad!
 
So it's off to beddy byes for Mike,
For rest and relaxation too,
Cos after all, when said and done,
When ill, sleep's really good for you!
 
So here's a special poem,
For a very special lad...
So nice is he, and I have to say,
He takes after his lovely dad!
 
Way To Go Mike!
 
Love And Strength To You
Get Well Soon
XxX

He's Better Now! :o)   X


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