It's Better to Give

I'm tossing and I'm turning
My forehead keeps on burning
My temperature's at least one hundred two
 















My breakfast, lunch and dinner
Have left, and now I'm thinner
Mommy says I've got the stomach flu

This morning I was snacking
And the flu bug's now attacking
I've practiced and I'm sure my aim is true

 
And so, my dearest brother,
Whom I cherish like no other,
Come and see the gift I have for you

All poems copyright © by Jeff Mondak