We Have a Cure For the Cv19
We have a cure! The youngest, cutest, most female of female scientists yelled.
The other ones rolled their eyes and made fun of her.
She was a woman after all and short.
Short people cannot be taken seriously.
I do! I do! She screamed and yelled. Step up! Let me inoculate you!
Get the rats! An old one screamed. Inject them. They are going to die anyway.
Loud snickering. Everyone else. They hated their token woman.
The boss told her to pipe down and act more lady-like.
At the end of the day she had inoculated herself
And the rats and the goldfish.
They were the only ones in the lab
Who survived the CV19 that day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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