No one ever really thought much of Daniel.
He was shy little boy who tried his best in all endeavors
but never seemed to succeed.

A human piece of apathy they called poor Daniel
his face pock-marked with the scourge of English country-side
but that boy could run.

He ran all his life
From April to May
Week to week, and day to day

And at last he stopped in a cottage placed snugly in the moors of Scotland
Little did Daniel know this place was home to a wizard
Daniel’s mum once said “Wizards be trouble, Daniel!”

But Daniel forgot.
As many small boys do.
And so he opened that god damned door
and was greeted “Achoo!”

The wizard had sneezed in his face
Daniel covered with Mucus
And he said “Boy, Ye be blessed!”
“Wizards sneeze naught two times a year!”

Daniel stepped back
out of disgust not fear.
and he said to that wizard
“You’re right awful!”

And left.

Later that day he contracted the H1N1 Virus.

And Died.

The End.