Part One (The Onlooker)

“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!

I did.”

Calamity averted, no signs

Of distress.

Only her hair,

Rather a mess

Not by tearing it out

But from winding the curls

Round jubilant fingers

A queen of the world!

When this pandemic is over

Do heap your praise

She will be the first

That immortality craze

Part Two (The Vaccinated)

Look at my needle!

These vials of blood

I’m an angel, a light

from this mutating flood

A pioneer of said treatment

Feeling no side-effects

Snap my picture, jab jab

I’ll be triply checked

Part Three (The Onlooker returns)

The headlines run over

Spill from their edges

Their thirst for answers

Via numerous pledges

Yet, she’s on cloud nine

Injected with pride

The sheerness of joy

Mirror to her insides?

But, if they got it wrong

Her sample mismatching a cure

She’ll ride this crest regardless?

Peaking before the furore.