A new fad has hit the poetry world - constant syllables.

The one syllable poem.

Flu

Oh Why Do I

Feel Numb This Day?

Have I Got Flu?

Or What Say You?

Tell Me Now Please.

I Must Go Sneeze

But Not On You.

 Or You Get  Flue

And You Feel Blue

Then Smack My Hand

Or Punch My Nose

So I Will Bleed.

And Go To Seed

All Down To Flu!

by  Cof. N. Snees

Author: Trevor Durbidge     Copyright © 2001 [TJD].     All rights reserved.    Revised: October 30, 2007 .