-- Earl Merkel
(POSTSCRIPT, POETIC: "Loo" has a place here, too. Screw! -- EM)
This plaintive lament drew an outpouring of ...uh... sympathy from Faithful Readers, via Facebook:
FAITHFUL READER RICH: "Flu?, Oh, poo--not you."
EM Response: Alas, all I have left to offer is a woefully weak "Yabba-dabba-doo."
FAITHFUL READER DEL: "You? Flu? Shoo!"
EM Response: J. Crew? Yeah, Faithful Readers-- g'wan. Poke poetry at a guy when he's down...
FAITHFUL READER JOE: "Screw the flu. I'm immu... Got the shot. Am I not??"
EM Response: See you on the adjoining cot.
FAITHFUL READER YASMINE: "Sorry I'm sending cyber hugs cause coming near you ain't happening. I'd drive by, honk my horn but a. I don't have a car, b. it's too cold, and c. even the air around your house might be infected."
EM Response: I was afraid someone would break into free verse here.
FAITHFUL READER MARILYN: "Maybe you shouldn't have worn the gas-mask. Yep, that's what did it. You weakened your immune system."
FAITHFUL READER RANDY: "As a haiku it needs work."
EM Response: Ah so, desuka? Perhaps, Randy, you could work with it, Marilyn could edit, and Yasmine could toss it (afire?) thru my window as the three of ya drive past, laughing uproariously and secure in your youth & health. Whippersnappers...
EM Response (Postscript to above): Ah... forgive me, Faithful (if somewhat Brutal) Readers. T'was The Disease talking, I fear. Sincerely, this outpouring of sympathy from Faithful Readers leaves me... well, I'm touched. Apparently, tho, only by double-gloved hands.