The Cure
Joe the scientist came up with a cure
Nasty virus it would kill he was sure
Didnt taste too sweet
Stunk of smelly feet
It was made from the finest pig manure...
A great discovery the whole world said
Great praises were placed on Joe's head
But something was wrong
And not just the pong
They all got infected with swine flu instead...
He's now known as Pig Joe who fell from grace
Struggled to cope with the shame and disgrace
His life's now a mess
He suffers from stress
Joe's left home and he's vanished without trace...
Written 19th March 2020.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2020
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