A Cold

Catching a cold
 Was rather a bold
Thing
 For Mr Fiddler,
He'd never been ill
 Not once
In hid life,
 And now he was
Down
 With the flue,
It was getting
 All wet
Said Mrs Ornlett,
 The lady 
Who does
 Round the house,
It wasn't too bad
 Just rather 
Sad,
 It stopped him from
Drinking his
 Whisky,
He had is own cure
 He drank only 
Port,
 And no cold
Will stay
 On just
That.

              Tony