The flu... Still

Still have the flu.

The girls have been sick too. I don't know what to do. Write a poem?

Ode to the Flu:

Flu, you are not a friend of mine
Not in darkness nor in shine.

As I lay upon my back
I ponder of the food I lack.

For I cannot stomach the smell or taste
as everything that touches my tongue is instant paste.

Blistering heat as I shiver below
a mountain of covers and a throw.

My lips parched dry
a tear in my eye.

Oh flu, can you leave me alone.