by Siddiq Islam

O a wondrous yestermorrow,
Wrapped up with my missus Mono.
Cuddles, nuzzles, hugs and kisses,
Wrapped up with my Mono missus.

But, next day, I’m fever’s captive.
What has made me so reactive?
Tossing, turning all night long.
What has happened? What is wrong?

Hearing Doctor’s diagnosis:
‘You have Mononucleosis.
Drink some water, get some rest,
And stay away from me! is best.’

Once I see my fever’s end,
Still my Mono does extend.
My glands puffed up, my spirits low.
How could my missus hurt me so?

You know what makes me feel most sore?
Dear Doctor says there is no cure!
So, each new night, I wait and pray
That I might be all right some day.

And when I start to show improvement,
My Mono starts her next grand movement.
Lethargy reaches out her grasp;
I fall back into Mono’s clasp.

Eight weeks pass, and nine, and ten.
Will I ever be well again?
How it caused me so much sorrow,
One wondrous night with missus Mono.