When I was sick and lay a-bed

Dear Readers,

Guess, after ages, I am feeling slightly better. My corny sense of humor seems to have returned. So here goes.


With due apologies to Robert Stevensen


When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head;
And my blackberry besides me lay,
Flashing its light, keeping sleep at bay.

And sometimes for an hour or so,
I shut my eyes and sank deeply so;
But, then the mobile phone did trill,
And I woke up with a shrill.

And sometimes the papers flew,
Tax Alerts and what have you;
All up and down in the room,
Or The Economic Times in the breeze did flutter,
The room looked, oh so cluttered.

I was the giant great but not still,
Propped on a pillow, sustained by many pills;
Tossing and turning, with fevered gaze,
Everything seemed just a haze including the odd conference call or two;

But, now as I sit in bed and type,
There is hope that all will be right;
Hopefully sometime soon.

Arrgh, medicine time again.

Photograph: www.treehousecards.co.uk
Best regards,
Lubna