And that's how the poem was born.
I was sitting on the toilet, just doing my business, and the thought crossed my mind:
"I wonder if anything useful rhymes with "virus?" Several minutes of head-scratching later ... "papyrus!" Now what could one do with papyrus that would be relevant to the situation at hand?"
I'm never sure whether I should explain how I come up with these poems as I'm certain that it affords an insight into my mental well-being ... which is perhaps something I should keep to myself. :-)
Quill