Oink

Isn’t that funny?

My nose feels runny.

Whatever shall I do?

For my forehead is hot

While my pot-belly rots,

I coming down with the swine flu.

The nurse asks politely

If I’m feeling unsightly

But I say “I think I’m fine, ma’am.”

But this is no fun,

This H1N1,

For I’ve lost my liking for ham.

I’m turning to pink

This really stinks.

Is this what swine flu is about?

Now I have a tail

As I start to wail

For its getting harder to breathe through my snout.

Oh I am forsaken!

I’ll be made into bacon!

My rump roasted, or sliced into steak!

I run to my sty

While tears roll down my eye,

And to think this flu starts with an ache!

I’m stuck eating slop.

Oh, when will this stop?

My time as a kid’s been cut short!

What will people do

When they ask “What’s wrong with you?”

And I say back “Oink-ity snort”?