A Day Off

Feeling sick,
I have the flu.
Chicken soup,
and tea I brew.

Thinking power,
not so well.
Sickness crippled,
last brain cell.

Calling in,
for loss of pay.
Boss still thinks,
it's Ferris Day.

Breathing, blinking,
why so tough?
Exhausting day,
I've had enough.

Shopping list,
of aches and pains.
Add one more,
to daily strains.

Thus today,
my only quest.
Lay in bed
and get some rest.

J.A.Scott