He met her ebullient morning tones with a desultory heavenward glance
Lying about, lying about a creeping throatiness and a need for a day in bed, to sweat it out.
Her effervescent eloquence about thisnthat stuttered to an evanescent halt
His furtive plans to keep her at home, tied up, busy applauding his importance
Feigning lassitude and a scintilla of a sniff he waited to be waited on
With hot drinks and shared DVDs.
But his victory was Pyrrhic, as she stuck the thermometer under his tongue
And called for the crone-next-door to come.