COPD doth pith me off,
Just when you think it's calm.
It fares up yet again
And sets off the alarm.
You take your abs and steroids
Which you've kept by your side,
You think that they will kill the bugs
But no, they only hide.
Cos when all the pills are gone
Your chest is still bunged full
Of mucus, very sticky stuff,
Which out you need to pull.
So this is where my self-help starts
With breathing, huff and puff,
The steamer and the salt pipe
Till you cough up nasty stuff.
And finally when the last has gone
You start to feel just fine.
But make sure you get a prescription in
For when b*gger strikes next time.
(That's Filey BTW)