David, here's the flu (with apologies to Dr. Seuss)

This is a story
one that's filled with grave dread
of a man's valiant effort
to rise from the dead

His throat filled with phlegm
His lungs gasping for air
His coughs, oh so painful!
Why isn't life fair?

As he ponders his life
And the error of his ways
As he lies there in pain
For days upon days

And the weather was nice
during the time he was illing
but his days were spent fevering
coughing and chilling

And his new Neighbor, Matthias
who is really quite handy
did yard work the whole time
and now his yard looks quite dandy

But Dave's yard is all ugly
dog poop, sticks and leaves
while inside Dave is busy
Cause he has the dry heaves

Working outside
Is the life that one picks
stead of buried in blankets
all slathered with Vicks

And then something miraculous happened
it occurred on day 5
Suddenly Dave realized
He was still alive

So he got out of bed
and he gathered all his power
and staggered to the bathroom
to take a hot shower

Now awake is he and
typing quite madly
He will not look back on this week
and feel sadly

For somewhere this week
in his feverish dome
he managed to create
this silly old poem

Here is my warning to one
and to all
A flu bug will find you
No matter how small

If you've thus far managed to avoid
all this flu
then, kudos and cheers
My hat's off to you

-David