The sick Husband © Tony Fallon020317

The sick Husband © Tony Fallon020317

Wherever you are that’s where you are

Even if you start now you can’t go too far

You definitely can’t be elsewhere

Of this you must be very well aware

Don’t feel sorry for yourself we’ll fell sorry for you

Even though you neglected to get the shot for the flu

The only place for you now is tucked up in your bed

 And take a few Tylenol for the pain in your head

I don’t know if Irish whisky will do the trick

But if you drink half a bottle you’ll forget you’re sick

You’ll be singing songs about lovers and old liars

Or better still songs about the Molly Maguires

This is a lot of baloney for one night from the Irish poet

Don’t forget lozenge’s in case you are getting a sore throat

I know lying in a sick bed is not very appealing

I hope every minute that goes by that you are healing.

When she goes off to work tomorrow get out of the bed

And try to do some useful things around the house instead

Once wifey drives off you’ll be without your first mate

There will be no one there to feed you or for you to manipulate

Since you are stuck here you must do the best you can

You don’t have to do it all in one day you’re not Superman

Remember the door that is squeaking all it needs is oil

And it would certainly stop the bickering and the turmoil.

The car could do with a wash and vacuum and cleaning

How long has she been after you to fix the window screening?

The snow shovels are still outside and should be put away

Don’t forget when she comes home today is her birthday