The Microbe
The microbe is so very evil,
He likes to make you cough and snivel.
His fangs are like two thorns on a rose,
And he likes to crawl up your nose.
People mistake him for a hedgehog,
His prize is for your nose to clog.
Hurry up and don't be late,
For the great microbes about to escape.
Into the air they fly and float,
Into mouths and down the throat.
As you know he feeds on toffee,
But he absolutely hates coffee.
Doctors hate to see his face,
They don't like to see him around the place.
People want to catch him and lock him away,
But he wants to hunt for his next pray.
By Holly Jones