‘Drab’ – Maia S H, Y8

I blow my nose,

He makes me feel ill,

I close my eyes,

I don’t wish to see him any longer,

If I don’t I’ll find myself ponder,

He’s really not that bad,

Someday he’ll grab someone else,

Whisk them in to his sick sick ways,

Oh how I count the days ,

Till I can leave this bed, 

Oh how I feel so drab,

But then I remember,

I was the one who forgot ,

To book my annual flu jab,