(This is for everyone who has caught the flu virus this year...those of you who haven't: it's a beauty :) )

A sphere, proud and never shy,
Grants its rays to reign on passerbys,
As, along Earth's rim, it begins to rise
Above the darkened cloud-filled skies.

These gray puffs bring about chill'd rain
And viral vapor laced with pain
( The kind humans abhor and disdain);
They set out for war on this worldly plane.

Mercenaries infect one by one,
Without ever brandishing a gun.
A tangled spy's web is spun.
The world of man shall be undone.

Mouths now spew harsh flem and flak,
While atop the brow is a moist cold pack.
Now days look bleak and wryly black;

~Its time for some old fashioned pay-back.

Onward to the modern apothecary,
Who's perscription arsenal we soon will bury
Deep into our core, while still wary
The invaders will fight hard and parry.

...........

The groggy aftermath has finally come
And the villainous "bugs" have been undone.
But they will wait
And mutate,
For next years wholesome time of "fun."