Thursday, December 23, 2021

WE NEED A POEM TO INSPIRE US

 


in this age of spikey virus.

Seated on this old veranda

poetic thoughts? They tend to wander.




So, we must settle on a theme –

a nasty virucidal scheme.

Ode, pantoum, or toxic sonnet,

something hot under the bonnet?

 

We need some really heavy verse

to shake and shock this evil curse,

to liberate us from its grip

before it gives us all the pip.

 

We need a poem like ivermectin,

so, while you’re busily selectin’

what to put in Christmas stocking,

write a rhyme that’s truly shocking

 

to Omicron, that’s floating free –

deprive it of its liberty.

A poetic mask, N95,

to keep us safe and well, alive.

 

Please use your mouse to good effect,

write a poem that will deflect

the virus’s unpleasant spike,

lines that say how you dislike

 

its attack on every nation,

its tendency for bad mutation.

Do not wait, do not delay:

kill this thing ‘fore Boxing Day!


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