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The Rotten Swine

Sheila Smith, a nurse practitioner from Leatherhead in Surrey currently battling through the swine flu vaccination campaign, offers a poem for the pandemic.

Sheila Smith, a nurse practitioner from Leatherhead in Surrey currently battling through the swine flu vaccination campaign, offers a poem for the pandemic.

The Rotten Swine!

This little piggy went to market,
Another little piggy stayed at home.
Which is what the little piggy who was poorly should have done
But instead out with the public he did roam!

Well he suffered from a brand new form of virus
And he snuffled, and he sniffled and he sneezed.
He didn't use his tissues to catch and bin his bugs
And soon all those folk around began to wheeze!

The piggy flu was soon caught by us humans
But we changed the name from piggy now to swine.
And many folk that caught it became very poorly sick
And so began the human race of modern time!

We can treat those folk that caught it with a drug called Tammy Flu
Though to get hold of the drug caused an awful hullabaloo!
Only certain places stocked it, to collect must show ID
Contact via the Swine Flu Hotline. There is no charge 'cos this lots free!

So now they say that we have a swine flu pandemic
Need to vaccinate those at risk and mighty quick
But the trouble is our time is spent in blooming clinics
And no time is left for others that already may be sick!

Time set aside for clinics, letters sent to those at risk
Parameters keep changing, who should be on the blooming list?!
The phones they don't stop ringing! 'When can I book and who can come?
I've had a letter about one child….but can I bring the other one?'

I am dreaming 'bout the swine flu, that's when I get to sleep!
Concerned that folk that have booked, their appointment they will keep!
The vaccine is in short supply, and comes in multi vials of ten.
So the clinics need to be all full… and children have to come again!

But I'm trying to stay cheerful, I'm sure it will come to an end.
I just hope that in the meantime I don't go round the bend!
I'm trying to keep smiling through and am sorry if I moan.
But all could have been avoided…if little piggy had stayed at home!

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