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.

© Tinsky

Penned in 1989. Revised 2010 for Hubpages.