In the cosmos, Mother started thinking;
'Oh! How will these mortals ever stop polluting?'
Then she had an idea, one so brilliant;
That she would send Corona, down as a pollutant.
He will annihilate everything in a yell;
And turn the world into a bloody hell.
'I think I should be more dangerous;'
'Maybe a virus, as that's far more disastrous.'
Then what happened? A virus he became;
And henceforth everyone feared his name.
Homo-sapiens for a year they hid;
Then they came out for the virus they wanted to rid.
But what shall we do? The earthling wondered;
We should turn to the people who are already doctored.
Then for another year they worked on an antidote;
And mother contemplated as if looking at an anecdote.
Will they finish the mithridate in time;
Or will their population be consumed by mine.
Mother racked her brain to find an answer,
And lo and behold! They found a curer.
Russia? Russia! How did they find a cure?
You don't ask me, ask them all.
Categories:
mithridate, 8th grade, care,
Form: Rhyme
His Elixir
Depression crushed him;
Passion was his mithridate,
A good shag cured him.
Categories:
mithridate,
Form: Senryu
His Elixir
Depression crushed him;
Passion was his mithridate,
A good shag cured him.
Categories:
mithridate, adventure
Form: Senryu