A Germ Named Influenza - Poem
A salivating germ was walking down
Wardell Street, one rainy winter day
When he came across a little house
The perfect hide-away.
As the front door was not open
Around the back he crept
To find a window left ajar
For the cat, so in he stepped.
The germ was not expected and
Since nobody was at home
He lay upon the sofa
And at the mouth did foam.
Around about 6pm a tall blonde lass
On the couch did slump.
She opened up her mouth and
Down her throat the germ did jump.
He looked around the new refuge,
Did a dance around the glands
He jumped and slipped around her throat
Until her tonsils did expand.
The germ took a dive into her chest
To make more destruction there, where
He chocked up all her breathing parts
But did not like this solitaire.
He climbed up into her wheezing chest
Into the sticky nostril hairs
Where he found some comfort in the warmth
'Twas a seven day affair!
The cheating germ did then move on
To a lanky dark haired ape.
He churned the stomach upside down
And the healthy glow was raped.
The germ was very cunning
Like the devil in disguise
He prodded his horns all around the ribs
Until they were bruised and brutalized.
And when the germ's torment was fulfilled
Once again did he move on;
To one more tenant and then, the cat
Where a good germ said, "Begone!"
Inspired by a sick winter household, a sneezing cat, Vicks, eucalyptus oil and many tissues.
Penned in 1989. Revised 2010 for Hubpages.
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