Very good.

A family cat, Flynn, has a knack for knowing when you are poorly and wants to take care of you. This is my take on one such time when someone in the house had the flu or maybe even man flu.

[b]Doctor Flynn[/b]

The joys of feeling deathly ill
Doctors can keep their pills if they will.
I cough and gasp to get some air
Oh dear me, life isn't fair.

My breathing parts are sluggish now
My head, it's tipped, it's time to bow.
I stretch out on my comfy bed
And prepare myself; "I'm not yet dead!"

As I tilt myself to gain relief
Along comes Flynn; "Will he give me grief?"
Reaching up he prepares to debate
"Should I lick him now or resuscitate?!"

"Give us a kiss"; Thinks dear puss Flynn
Wondering if it is safe to begin
He starts the treatment to bring Les life
Who suddenly rears up; "Stop causing me strife!!"

Like a startled fairy; Flynn takes off to hide
Les is angry now; Oh woe betide
Face all covered in tuddy goo
What else is Doctor Flynn to do?

Another patient who needs his care
His doctoring skills he prepares to share.
Snuggled up to his mum who is warm
Her body shape; He tries to conform.

He thinks about his wasted effort
His attempts to minister; indeed give comfort.
Being resuscitated by the family cat
Not quite what Les thought when he stretched out flat.

The moral of the story is easy to see
Your method of cure; Flynn won't always agree
He still thinks his skills are superior to yours
But sometimes they involve dribble, fur and claws.

Shizara