Incurring the Unfluenza

You took YOUR pill—but now I'M ill;
You took so many—did you leave me any?
Your fever's gone; mine's comin' on.
'N case you couldn't tell, I didn't sleep very well;
I have achy corpuscles in all of my muscles.
Just let me coddle a hot water bottle.
I might not be as sick, cuz I don't feel that "ick"—
But I get to be a grouch, cuz now I'M on the couch.

                                         —OrNorymous

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