Fear gives birth to poetry. The punchline is, "Ouch."
Influenza Tales
Historically, the quest for public health
Meant quarantine and leeches were your fate--
It mattered not if you were born to wealth
Bacteria do not discriminate.
To find a cure requires many trials--
Experiments are hard to replicate,
Sly Nature likes to tease with mutant wiles,
Making viruses tough to eradicate.
So thankfully we have a flu vaccine
To get us through the winter in the pink,
But needles change me to a drama queen,
And push my disposition to the brink.
Beware of husbands bearing gifts and charm--
It’s time for me to take it in the arm.
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