Swine Flu - Poem by Peggy Chau
In this stuffy cubicle, we were told
“xxx confirmed of being infected
of HUMAN SWINE FLU”
Shocked, horrified cries around.
He is getting out his last face mask,
She is grabbing vitamins.
I am doing nothing.
I calmly sit down and get into my daydream
“If I am the next person being infected…
COOL! Holidays I’ll deserve to have! ”
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