From Blaine Mathison who really outdid himself on this one:
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
the fleas were all nestled in
the fur of the mouse.
They paired with their loved
ones under a sprig of mistletoe,
A gift from Cousin Chigoe, from
down south in the toe.
The larvae were pupating in the
bed of the host,
carrying Dipylidium
cysticercoids, an infectious dose!
The Yersinia pestis churned in
the foregut
until such time when the
proventriculus would erupt!
All of a sudden there appeared
such a clatter!
The fleas sprang from the fur to
see what was the matter.
Crawling up the leg of the host,
with such stealth and so quick,
was the holiday icon known as
St. Tick.
“Now Ixodes, now Dermacentor,
and Amblyomma!
On Rhipicephalus, Ornithodoros,
don’t forget Hyalomma.”
He got right to work and
delivered the fleas' presents
full of pathogens to spread to
medieval peasants,
Then he sprang to his sleigh and
let out a whistle,
Then they took off into the
night like a guided missile.
But I heard him exclaim as flew
out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to
all a good bite!
Happy New Years Everyone!
1 comment:
LOL! That was hilarious!
Lee
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