When you mingle and feel that holiday tingle, when you hug and feel that little itty bitty love bug, when you drink and be merry watching a movie starring a green Jim Carrey, know you are giving cheer to things that are nasty, I fear.
On a cool holiday night,
Under the bright moonlight,
You sway and kiss.
Christmas is bliss.
You shake and hug,
Even some old lug.
You drink from the same mug,
And awww get another hug.
Eat food many have breathed on.
Drink until the coming dawn.
All seems like lots of fun.
Fun to little invisible things as they run.
A new host or three!
They dance with glee.
Bet they sing a show tune,
Jumping to you from a spoon.
And you don't even know.
You still have your cherry glow.
Still have your head in the sand.
Isn't fluoride oh so grand?
Stick to what they tell.
Listen to the "Merry Christmas" bell.
Give Santa a ho ho ho,
He sure has a sparkly glow.
But it all the commotion,
Be sure and acknowledge your promotion.
You have just become a host.
Be mighty proud at your coast.
A host to what you ask?
Well you may want to get the flask.
For you will surely cringe.
Just don't reach for any syringe.
You are host to parasites!
Oh holy nights.
You have little creatures inside you.
Sorry, even in 1st world countries it is 100% true.
Aches, pains, chills, cold hands, foggy head,
No energy when you get out of bed?
Oopsy, you are kind of pregnant at your sea,
And your dozens, if not hundreds, of tiny parasites dance with glee.
Isn't that what you want to hear this time of year? Twice a year you are supposed to de-worm your dog or cat and yet humans are, in most cases, way more fat. What do you think the parasites like more? Give you three guesses at your shore. But enjoy low energy, pains, aches, chills, foggy head and extra gas. I'll stick to being a parasite, as free as can be, little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.