| I'm ill... |
| Really ill. |
| I'm twitching and twinging and chill. |
| I've sniffed and I've snorted; |
| I've shuddered and shook. |
| You'd never believe all the tablets I took. |
| So I'm curled up in bed |
| With a bloody good book! |
| I'm ill... |
| So ill. |
| I'm ill... |
| Extremely ill. |
| I'm steadily going downhill. |
| I'm full of self-pity |
| And tablets and booze. |
| I'm green round the gills but I'm feeling the blues; |
| Now I think I'll nod off |
| For a bit of a snooze -- |
| I'm ill... |
| So ill. |
| I'm ill... |
| Outrageously ill! |
| I've taken a powder and pill. |
| I'm coughing and wheezing |
| And not at my best; |
| I just can't be bothered to get myself dressed. |
| So I'll stay here in bed |
| And rub Vic on my chest! |
| I'm ill... |
| So ill. |
| I'm ill... |
| Incomprehensibubbly ill! |
| I'm thinking of making a Will. |
| Perhaps it's a virus |
| Or measles or flu; |
| Suppose it's contagious? I know what I'll do -- |
| I shall come round your house |
| And I'll pass it to you! |
| I'm ill... |
| So ill. |
| © Leonard Morley 2009 |