Sister Mary-Jane strolled the church walk one day,
She ventured to find a dying bird to her dismay.
Speeding to the clinic she didn't even know,
This bird carried the flu, which spread everywhere it may go.
To the clinic it arrived and the vet went pale,
The patient soon puked and out of the chairs they fell.
Not knowing the bird was the problem she placed it in her pocket,
Getting the poor patients to a real doctor faster then a rocket.
The hospital was busy filled to capacity,
But everyone inside but Sister Mary-Jane is dead now you see.
In fear she ran the streets shouting for help,
But now all she passed by died with a scream and a yelp.
Animals around her perished as well as the people,
Back to the church she went to find dead birds on the steeple.
Realizing the problem was in her pocket she put the thing on fire,
Thinking it would stop the death rate from climbing any higher.
The fire meant to kill the bird built big and hot,
Causing the worlds next holocaust to happen on the spot.
Little did she know the fire would spread that fast,
Now everyone but her is dead at last.
A contest entry
- The Darkest Nun by cricketjeff.
2000 points, ended September 8, 12 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is wonderful!
We have never had Mary Jane spreading disease before, and she does it so well with no practice!
Wonderfully black humour!
Great thanks from both Sue and Me.
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Very funny I think it has a chance to win =)
Def one of the best ones out of all.
Wish you luck =)
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I must have a warped sense of humor but I found this funny. Oh my god what does that make me
I see it is entered in a contest so I will wish you well 
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Thank you so much for the comment on my poem. I really hope I do win but who ever does deserves it.
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