I wrote this poem about Ebola for science class last year:
Ebola is a disease you don’t want to get.
It all started when infected monkeys and humans met.
There are four type, only 3 affect humans like us:
We likely won’t encounter them, but name them we must:
The three which infect people are Zaire, Sudan, & Ivory Coast
The fourth - Reston - will only take monkeys as the host.
It’s an RNA virus that’ll give you a nasty rash,
You’ll get red itchy eyes, fever, and a headache in a flash.
Don’t forget a sore throat & internal & external bleeding.
For your stomach pain and diarrhea, a doctor you’ll be needing.
Did we forget all your joint and muscle aches?
IT’ll make you vomit, and your strength it will take.
It all began back in 1976,
In Sudan and Zaire, infected monkeys and people mixed.
2 hundred and 84 people got it and 53% perished;
Even those whom had family and friends to cherish.
There were no more outbreaks until a few months had past-
Three hundred and eighteen people got it then and 88% died fast.
Nothing happened till 1989, when
Imported monkeys from the Philippines went to Virginia, then
They infected a couple of people, and a few might have died.
No doubt, containing it was not something they had tried.
Contact with the infected is how it spreads
Whether the individual in question be it alive or dead.
Even contact with contaminated objects give you the disease-
Even more so if you touch their blood or perhaps a sneeze.
Your own antibodies are the only thing that can kill it,
There’s no procedure to follow, should you happen to have a fit.
These are the facts about the Ebola virus my friend,
And I’m afraid, this poem must end.
