Ode to My White Blood Cells

Ode to My White Blood Cells

Hello, little white blood cells
I really have a story to tell
About the small white blood cells
How they fight the germs from hell

The pathogens waited for their time
To enter the human through his nose
That was when the clock at midnight chime
Even as his nasal mucus and hairs try to blow

Them out. It was too late. The germs has gone in.
Now the body begins to steam up the fever
The fever would burn up the germs and do the killing
Some may be killed but the evasive germs were too clever

They make the body sweat causing the body to cool
And they manage to live another day
But the body’s macrophages at a faster rate begin to pool
Around the pathogens and make them stay

The helpers T cells call for assistance
While the B-cells deciphers the antigens on the germs
And produce the antibodies that give the germs no chance
To fight back against the white cells on any terms.

The antibodies attach themselves to the antigen
And prepare the killer white blood cells
To mark and then attack the marked pathogen
Now the pathogens are marked as bad cells

The killer white cells now attack the germs with toxins
And the T- cells secrete chemical to look for more pathogens
Making all of them feel all boxed in.
While the macrophages attacked all germs marked by antigens.

Now all the germs are gone
The body has won the fight
But the killer T cells are not done
They have the body cells in their sight

They might attack their own cells
So the suppressor T cells are sent in the war site
To suppress the hungry killer T-cells
While Memory B cells keep all these information inside

If the same germs attack again
The memory B cells will remember
And make sure the germs will be slain
And the pathogen dismember

Our white blood cells have won the day
They are our real heroes
This is the body’s defending way
To protect the body and make it grow

An original poem by Kenneth Kee