Mono
A poem by Nick Stocchero
I shared a bottle of water and my throat began to hurt I couldn't swallow; couldn't eat; and had to skip dessert Went to the doctor, drew some blood; feared what he would say "It's mono mono mono" he said, Have a very very very nice day! So here is me, sleepy and tired, sitting on the couch I should become a kangaroo, cause then I'd have a pouch The moral of this story is, the thing that you should learn Never get mono, wash your hands, and fill out your tax return!