(Editor's Note: Everyone deals with NF differently. Peter's wit kicked in
and he wrote this poem or song to NF after his bout.)

Sing it to the tune of “What a friend we have in Jesus” or “When this crazy war is over”
– depending on what you know it as!

Outing the Bug!

Necrotizing Fasciitis
Quickly eating me away
You have teeth as sharp as razors
Nothing could stand in your way.
Who knows how you got inside me
Or what you were doing there
But, like termites in a column
Your advance could strip me bare.

Necrotizing Fasciitis
Crazy name for crazy bug
You had settled in my lymph glands
Very cosy warm and snug.
Sadly you got very greedy,
Fat and bloated in your lair,
Which is how the surgeon caught you
With your feet up in the air!

Necrotizing Fasciitis
I’m not one to make a fuss
But I wonder how you did it
Converting all my flesh to pus.
Did you see me on the chalkboard?
Was I the “special of the day?
Did you have to place an order,
From the samples on display?

Necrotizing Fasciitis
You’ve been killed and cut away
I’m not sad to see you going –
Don’t come back another day!
Where you dined in warmth and comfort
Now is hollow, clean and bare;
But, with packing and with treatment,
This cavity will soon repair!

Necrotizing Fasciitis
Now I’m really on your case
I can tell how you were beaten
How we put you in your place!
I’ll expose your awful tactics -
Ignorance can cause despair –
But with knowledge as my weapon
All your secrets I can share.

© Peter Wyllie – July 2001.