A poem I wrote about the evil Norovirus

Here's a poem I just wrote about my week spent living with Norovirus

Mister Noro


My thoughts spritely danced through lush flowered meadows,
and pondered long beaches made pretty with pebbles.
My energy was high my motivation unmatched,
a revitalised me had not long ago hatched.

Soon after embarking on this happy routine,
my happiness peaked at the me I had seen.
No wasting my day by lying bed,
I was up amongst nature with the sky tinted red.

Then early one evening on the day of the sun,
a nice quiet break aft the weeks race was run.
Was spoiled so sudden these things sent to try us,
I'd somehow ingested the grim Norovirus.

Not long after laying my intention to rest,
Mister Noro made clear he'd completed his nest.
Maelstrom in gut and regretting the sarnie,
I made a mad dash barely making the Khazi.

Explosions and flashes Expulsions and pain,
gastroenteritis confirmed my new bane.
This wasnt't the cramps of much cider or perry,
twas a Calciviridae that dwelt in my belly.

No cure no hope the end not in sight,
this tiny invader had drained all my might.
For hours and days my food lay untouched,
a cool glass of water was still way too much.

Now still horizontal but with light at the tunnel,
most food still eludes me through fear of more trouble.
For now it's more rest til I make my return,
nothing more to report so for now I adjourn.