MIRACLE CURES: do they really happen?
Well I woke up late, feeling not so great,
Really second-rate, which is what I hate.
Thought I’d ring my work and say I won’t be in . . . .
I went back to bed, with my aching head
To my wife I said, “Tell the boss I’m dead.”
She replied, “Dear man, I don’t think I can,
Pretty sure he won’t be there on the weekend . . . .”
That’s when I remembered
It was Saturday.
That’s when I felt better,
Strange enough to say.
With some golf to play if I don’t delay.
Bring my clubs, I pray, I’ll be on my way . . . .