Friday's flu threatened plans
Fever, aches, swollen glands
Soaked in sweat I got the chills
Sick as a dog, can't take my pills
Now comes Sunday
He is risen
Alive and free
From illness prison
Seems at dinner I'm manic as hell
Tasteless, chatty, combative, oh well
Chill, please eat, shut up, they beg
Easter's turkey has laid an egg
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