Man-Flu Survivor

"Oh, here we go. Get the violins out... he’s had a sniffle." I’d just pushed out a human, no drugs, just grit. My friends were calling me a legend, I have to admit. Tearing muscle from bone, a twelve-hour fight, But I’m standing here breathing, so I guess I’m alright. Oh, forget the labor, forget the pain! He’s got a sniffle and a heavy brain! Step aside ladies, make some room,The Man-Flu survivor has entered the room! Then enters the hero, with a tray full of tea. He missed the whole lecture on my agony. He sighs like a martyr, leans back on the chair, And starts telling us about the "horror" he had to bear. "The Man-Flu," he whimpered, "it’s a different breed. Childbirth is child's play compared to the Kleenex I need. "He had a slight tickle, a mild case of the chills, But he talks like he’s writing his last testament and wills. Apparently, a sniffle is the ultimate test of a man. Oh, forget the labor, forget the pain! He’s got a sniffle and a heavy brain! Step aside ladies, make some room,The Man-Flu survivor has entered the room! The girls start to giggle, then howl, then roar. He’s confused why we’re rolling around on the floor. I looked at him blankly, said "Love, dry your eyes... It’s a miracle you’re living, it’s a bloody surprise." "Poor baby. Do you want a medal... or just a nap?"