There was once a virus called Ebola,
It sat in wait in the Congola,
It killed a bunch of African peopola,
Got a ride to the US freeola,
Decided to mutate into one bad asshola, Now we wait for the SH*T TO HIT THE FANOLOA
Time for the poem
Reads more like a limerick,
This fresh strange prose
Words familiar as some predict
Ebola strikes the yellow rose.
If I could laugh it would be at your comment. You funny person. Thanks for lifting the cloud if but just for an instant.