Excuse my lord,
But is that a tickle in my throat?
Hath thee turn up thy air conditioning?
and what doth bubble in my guts?
I fear this worldly vessel sprung a leak.
But no lord it's not too late,
Throw me under the weather, but not under thy bus.
Spare me the cholera for some hypochondria.
Save me from the shits or sniffles.
Awaken all slacking white blood cells.
Evict virus, germ, and passing bug.
Bolster downed deflector-shields.
Bless useless Airborne tablet.
Refill empty energy bar.
Amen.
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