Influenza, the flu, with an unwelcome grace,
Creeps through the air, finding a face.
A cough, a sneeze, a whispered breath,
Spreads its wings, sowing quiet unrest.
It visits the nose, the throat, the chest,
Turning rest into sleeplessness.
Fever chills, and muscle aches,
A tired body, too much to take.
Type A and B, they come each year,
Bringing epidemic waves of fear.
While C is gentle, it rarely screams,
And D prefers the bovine dreams.
A cough that lingers, a head that pounds,
Runny noses, muffled sounds.
Children shiver, elders sigh,
As the virus dances, unseen, nearby.
Yet there’s a shield, a timely shot,
To ward away what time forgot.
Antivirals, rest, and water’s care,
Offer hope in this viral affair.
So as the flu moves, swift and wide,
Let knowledge be your trusted guide.
Prepare, protect, with strength anew,
And face the dance of the wandering flu.
