Random Acts of Poetry

Fortuitous Flu

Good news!
my little brother is sick
his eyes hooded and glazed over
his good morning greeting
an amazing stream of vomit
that flowed like white lava
on my black blouse and pants.

Of course!
I changed my clothes
but now I am exposed and vulnerable
to something quite vile
that will make it impossible
for me to contain the illness
I expect will rise within me soon.

So you see
I must be excused
from the big test at school today
(for which I have not studied).
Even though I am fascinated
with the origins of the species
I am currently involved with an evolving virus.


Writen for Promptmaster!

Task Prompt:
Write about disappointment or sadness that reads strangely cheerful or upbeat.