By Linda Elissalde
Let me introduce myself.
Corona is my name,
But if you think of a tasty beer,
We are definitely not the same.
Let me come near to whisper.
Rumors do abound.
Some are surely false news.
Still, there is some truth around.
I love to get up close to you
And sneeze right in your face,
So all the germs I give
Nothing can erase.
Please do come sit beside me
Let me hold your hand.
I can leave something in it
That is hard to understand.
I adore crowed venues.
I creep along the aisles.
I get right up under your skin
To erase your happy smiles.
What is this bad news I hear?
People should stay at home.
We Corona Viruses
Prefer you to go out and roam.
No movies and no restaurants-
How can a virus survive?
Enclosed shows and eateries
Are where we live and thrive.
Some folk don’t think that we exist.
They are so full of bologna.
Any news that we are not alive
Is certainly most phony.
If you listen to Doc Fauci;
Follow orders from the CDC.
There will come a time to say good-bye.
The world will be rid of me.
Look at people washing hands.
Standing 12 feet apart.
Sneezing only in their arms.
Why, it breaks a virus’s heart!
Oh, how I do hate scientists.
Those people are very smart.
They are working frenetically,
To kill; Tear me apart.
A vaccine WILL be found
To wipe me from the earth.
People will be most happy
And filled with joy and mirth.
If I should mutate again.
Come here from some other part,
Americans will have a plan in place
Before I ever start!
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Sweet Tom fixed this yesterday, but maybe my computer is having problems. I revised that poem, because I wanted it to end on a more positive note. Thank you, Brenda and Kelly, for your remarks. Today it seems to have gone back to the original and remakes are gone.
Revised ending.
A vacine WILL be found
To wipe me from the earth.
People will be most happy
And filled with joy and mirth.
If I should mutate again.
Come here from some other part,
Americans will have a plan in place
Before I ever start!
Thank you.