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A Germ Named Influenza - A Rhyming Poem for Children

Tina's passion for creative writing began in her teens. She holds a Master of Arts (writing) and works as a freelance writer.

A germ with gloves on, ready to do business.

A germ with gloves on, ready to do business.

A salivating germ walked 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 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

'Til 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 he did not like this solitaire.

So, he climbed up to her wheezing chest

And in to 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!"

Get out damn flu!  - A sneezing cat.

Get out damn flu! - A sneezing cat.

Author's Note

Inspired by a sick winter household, a sneezing cat, Vicks, eucalyptus oil and many tissues.

Originally penned in 1989. Revised 2010 and 2018.

© 2010 Tina Dubinsky

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