This poem is in Limerick form.
SWINE FLU
There once was a virus called swine
and this pig of a flu could fly
it travelled by plane
by ship and by train
and people soon feared they might die
There was soon a party called swine
and this pig of a feast they thought
would spread the disease
by a cough or a sneeze
so a worse one would not be caught.
to be continued.....but not if isolation works
Copyright 2009
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