Hand Wash Poem by Nandhagopal Ramachandiran

Dream of a world free of germs
and forget all the infectious terms;
no need, perhaps, to wipe the nose;
no more shots of the vaccine dose;
no more polio, measles and mumps
no more discharge from the purulent lumps;
no more retching from the hotel food
no more use of the body snood (for infection control)
Alas, this ward is full of bugs
that are resistant to our common drugs!
To rule them with an iron hand,
wash your hands before you land.