Poetry; My Special Friend

Here is an old poem of mine. I wrote it as a biology assigment. Mostly a fun little ditty that illustrates my fascination with virology;

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I have a special friend
Who travels through the air
He rides on planes
Going here, there, and everywhere

People start sneezing
Wherever he has went
He doesn’t get frequent flyer miles
Nor does he pay a cent

He wants to see the world
From Hartford to Timbuktu
He’ll never stop
Not until he’s through

Always on the planes
He just keeps flying
But he may soon have to stop
Because people have begun dying

All around where my special friend has went
People crash and bleed and die
They all scratch their heads
No one seeing why

They say he is an alien
Come from afar
Born in Africa or the Philippines
Or maybe my backyard

“God has come!”
Some will shout
“Come to take his children home!”
While those sinful die all about

Doctors say “A cure will come!”
To keep the panic down
But none quick enough
As long as my special friend is around

Now the buses have stopped
The phones no longer ringing
The T.V. has died
And that idiot on the radio has stopped singing

Now it is only we
Humanity has gone
Just us two alone
On the rise of this lonely dawn

There is something I must say
But hold on, wait, Achoo!
Oh dear, looks like my special friend
has come to see us to.

“My Special Friend”

By:
Nyronus~

~ by Michael on July 18, 2008.