Poem -
Ms CoronA
Virus came to see me,
Surprisingly for tea,
I wasnt accepting visitors,
but she slipped her feet,
under the table .
lifting her little fingers
to society.
She likes cucumber sandwiches
and salmon from Harrods,
We shared a nibble..
I didn't quibble,
her appetite is not ladylike,
she left two months later,
spending Christmas ,
and New Year, on a bender,
followed by a course of
Antibiotics,
I hear shes still doing the
rounds,
Lock down windows and doors,
what goes, is coming around.
Β
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Comments
wow I really like this very creative!
Thanks, I'm feeling a bit abstract..
Wow!! Is Right!!β¦...this is a STELLAR write PAULINE!!β¦..it has such a great feel of surreal-ness to it.....I can see it playing like a scene from a movie in my minds eye!!β¦.Not an easy thing to accomplish and (in my humble opinion) you pulled off something VERY special here!!β¦..I could feel her slithering, sneaky, boldness, as she sat smiling at your table...β¦.VERY clever writing dear poet sister!!β¦β¦.ALL STARS!! & PINNED for perfection!!β¦..smokin' grooves!!β¦β¦.LOVE & ROCKETS!!β¦β¦.T xoΒ : )
Ps. Love Amy Winehouse ~ great choice!!
The personification of the virus...I like your angle here x
Thanks, Tony, xx your comments are welcome, and Being Me, I have been so uninspired of late...with circumstances..like being IΒ limbo...stay safe..xx