An Ode to a Certain Malevolent Fevere on the Occasion of a Major Epidemic that has Acquired a Pathogenicity that Imperils Mankind Across the Globe and May Destroy Civilization as It Is Known to Us
Presented in Its Entirety by the Poet Laureate on the Mundane, the Preposterous, and the Absurd: Sir Percival Blink, Esq. to His Most Excellent, Gracious, and Hornie Majesty as He Recovers from His Fifth Bout of Clappe.
There is a Fever called Dengue
From which one should stay 'way
But it may come to pass
That an Aedes'll land on your ass
To inject virus as it bites, sucks and plays away.