If it’s possible that there is something worse than a communicable disease, that something very well could be bad poetry.

Nevertheless, I persist…

There now is a virus, corona

It’s spread by anonymous donors

So shelter in place

And don’t touch your face

It’s the Whale and you could be Jonah

…

Perchance, create a soliloquy

As long as you stay six feet from me

With everything closed

No folks juxtaposed

Lock your door and throw out the key

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In this pinch at least we have Zoom

To virtually fight off the gloom

But the raging pandemic

Is downright systemic

Optimism is key, I’d assume

…

We miss shopping and concerts and sports

As well as group things of all sorts

But listen to Fauci

It’s not just about ye

In this storm all need a safe port

Stay healthy…..