I vomited out my lung this morn’!
It was like a baby goat being born.
With one mighty wrench
From throat and chest
The feelings felt
Were not the best.
Out it shot, the noise was new,
With nothing helpful I could do.
My hands were butter;
Reactions not fast.
The inner part
Is a tense now past.
My body and lung: separate flesh.
No connected tissue to form a mesh.
Onwards we must walk as two
All because of feared man flu.