‘Twas the eve before Christmas
And all through the house
We sensed something stirring –
A viral louse
With teeth set on edge
And long sharp claws
It was ready to pounce
On Santa Clause
‘Rona came to visit
And sent us to bed
While prayers of healing
Swam in our heads
On Christmas morning
No children came
So we zoomed with the others
With ‘Rona to blame
I kept my taste,
Though nose works quite well,
To my nostrils were added
An unpleasant smell.
I popped lots of pills,
Chicken soup and hot tea
And almost overdosed
On vitamins C and D
A little cough and fatigue
With no fever to tell
Amid a few aches
We’re healing quite well
If ‘Rona visits you
Send her (or him) away
There’s no room for ‘Rona
To come and stay
2020
This is great, even though I’m sorry y’all are sick! Prayers for a thorough and speedy recovery!!
Thanks!
That’s a good one. Get well ! Should send you Toms poem on the subject. Or did I ?