So many people from all over the world created songs skits, and videos about this pandemic. To amuse myself and to divert my attention away from the refrigerator, I decided to write a poem. Last night I was unable to sleep —-so as I was tossing and turning in my bed, I wrote this poem in my head.
TO MR. COVID
MR. COVID YOU ARE SO BAD
YOU MAKE EVERYBODY SAD
WHEN YOU SEE A NOSE WITHOUT COVER
YOU RUSH OVER TO INFECT ANOTHER
WHO TAKES IT HOME AND INFECTS HIS BROTHER
BROTHER SHARES WITH FRIENDS AND MOTHER
MOTHER MEETS WITH FRIENDS TO DINE
AND TO ENJOY A GLASS OF WINE
WAITER COMES TO REMOVE A SPOON
AND MANY GET SICK ONE AFTERNOON
PUBLIC HEALTH IS ON ITS TOES
AND ORDERS RESTAURANT TO CLOSE
MOTHERS FRIEND HOSTS A FANCY EVENT
THE VENUE COST A FORTUNE TO RENT
GUESTS DID NOT STAY APART
WHICH REALLY WASNT VERY SMART
THEY ATE AND DRANK AND MADE A TOAST
TO THEIR MUCH ADMIRED HOST
A WEEK LATER THEY FEARED FOR THEIR LIVES
CHILDREN TEENS HUSBANDS AND WIVES.
SO MR. COVID WHAT ARE WE TO DO?
HOW CAN WE BE RID OF YOU?
WE WILL WEAR OUR MASK
EVEN THOUGH ITS A BIT OF A TASK
WE WILL SPEND TIME ALONE
THANKFUL FOR ZOOM AND PHONE
WE WILL WAIT OUR TURN FOR THE VACCINE
AND THEN WE WILL TURN REALLY MEAN
WE WON’T BID YOU A FOND FAREWELL
BUT PRAY THAT YOU WILL BURN IN HELL