Fourteen days since fourteenth February
Since that gift of flu someone gave to me
Still I have my sense of humour about this
Delirious dreams of prince and get well kiss
In all my splendour here I lay, recovering
Wishing just one flower, he would bring
Woe is me, I want that gallantry
Hurry now, come rescue me
Tia Maria
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rescue-me-17/
