Another miserable one from the heart of lock down.
The touch of a finger
Keeps spreading the virus
The present that lingers
Invisible gift
No taste and no smell
Five days incubation-
then fourteen to quell
Who guessed that a fear
such as this
nature-made
Could cause us to panic
To make us afraid
Wash your hands till they bleed
As there isn't a cure
Still the kids might be safe
As it targets mature..
Stay indoors
and be scared
Don't go out
Don't leave town
Cause a virus is wearing the terrorist's crown.
Poetry by Mack
Read 329 times
Written on 2020-05-23 at 13:16
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Ne Pas Toucher
The brush of a handThe touch of a finger
Keeps spreading the virus
The present that lingers
Invisible gift
No taste and no smell
Five days incubation-
then fourteen to quell
Who guessed that a fear
such as this
nature-made
Could cause us to panic
To make us afraid
Wash your hands till they bleed
As there isn't a cure
Still the kids might be safe
As it targets mature..
Stay indoors
and be scared
Don't go out
Don't leave town
Cause a virus is wearing the terrorist's crown.
Poetry by Mack
Read 329 times
Written on 2020-05-23 at 13:16
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
ken d williams |
