One point five

Cough
Cough, cough,
Is it your throat? Or
Have you caught a viral load?
Rasped by a thousand vibrating files
The vile Bastards of the sloyd shop
Whose job it is to smooth dry surfaces
Saw back and forth in unison 
Attacking your ruby larynx 
Until soothed by a nameless elixir 
You gag and rest upon The Test
To await the day
The text arrives to say
You have what - 
Is but a common cold
Cough, cough,

In relief you wash your 
Well washed hands.
And praise the advice - 
Keep one point five metres 
Apart and stay safe.