Nine Days of Swine

It was the ninth month of 2009,
when nine viruses lost their way.
Fresh from a dirty swine,
entered my system right away.

In my cells they made out and grew--
from nine to ninety to ninety nine.
I think they reached nine million when,
something went wrong and I stopped feeling fine.

I couldn't even utter "nine" because,
throat went sore as I coughed out.
Nine doctors examined me and said:
"You've got swine flu no doubt."

My fever fell in love with me,
as it read ninety nine point nine nine.
Such poor were my signs and symptoms,
that they tucked me away in quarantine.

Then happened the unthinkable,
I heard pals and parents whine.
Docs said my days were numbered,
who knows they may just be nine!

As I slept like a drunkard, I had a nightmare,
I saw nine swines, each holding a stick.
"Don't worry, you'd be fine if you promise"--they said--
"to spare hens and fish, let alone beefsteak."

I stopped and thought for nine seconds,
hesitating, still nodded my head.
Nine years is a wise deal--I thought--
than living just nine days instead.

I jumped out of of bed and woke up with a start,
only to see the bright sunshine.
I had actually dreamed of just everything--
including my nine days of swine!

Thus I won my fight against the flu,
right away stopped my animal crimes.
But if at all you wish to have flesh,
think it over a nine billion times.

Third place: Nine Nine Nine Contest by "Team India"   by Dr Taher Wishes Happy 2012! (1/28/10)