Coronavirus Limerick No. 2

Your hands were so dry you could scream
from washing, so smeared on some cream,
==then washed again, moron,
==but didn’t put more on,
yet grateful those virions won’t team.

A Virus Verse

After John Davies, from “The Triumph of Death”

Hollywood is coughing from a plague
Arising from bad acting by our leaders,
Not here, but where the principals are vague
About protective gear and ventilators.

Now, as bees in smoke abandon hives
Confused, we’re wondering, should we stay here?
Or flee—the single, partners, husbands, wives
And children nearly overwhelmed by fear?

There are constraints, threats of punishment
for roaming, spreading death to many more
While Washington, its credibility spent,
Plays politics, our president a whore…

Davies (1569-1626) was a poet who lived through the plague outbreaks in London in the 1590s.

Corona Reign
 

Corona Reign

Will this virus kill me?
Little drops of spittle
rain down on my eye lids.
Little knobby crown balls
drift into my pharynx.

Death rains down upon us.
Sickness makes us stodgy;
we hide in our hovels
or our large mac-mansions.
There's no panacea
for this wild pandemic.

I would he would run
but he's wed to New York.

Hi B! I was just squeezing out the last dollops of optimism. Drat.

It's interesting that we now have two poems posted (yours and Max's on Met) with AIR as the theme. Yours shows it's a killer. Max's demonstrates it's love and an infection that's entirely welcome--air is words, is oxygen, is life, indispensable however we hear, feel, or see it. Both takes, though, are plausible! Both are fresh.

April Pain
 

April Pain

April showers COVID rain,
flowers and pneumatic pain.
Pollen seems a mild annoyance
when compared to viral poisons.

We stay home and watch the screen
that numbers bodies yet unseen.
We grow numb to grim statistics
owing to unplanned logistics.


Thanks RLC

Hi, I'm on a bit of a doggerel roll. This one even rhymes.

I'm often dogged by doggerel. . .


Love in the Time of Corona

They so loved each other’s hide
That they committed screwicide.

Doggerel happens because clever people are silly:).

In Virus Veritas

Confined at home at ease
without the dread disease
dimples in my knees
from old-age weight increase
no partner to displease
no health rules to appease
no reason to decrease
noshing wine and cheese
beneath the olive trees
so now I can release
my haydays memories.

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Mark Stone posted over on the Accomplished Members thread the latest issue of Light Poetry Magazine with the POTW devoted to topical verse on the pandemic.
Mark (along with other Spherians) has an entry. All of them entertaining and thought provoking. Thanks Mark.
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