A Crone’s Garden of Virus Verses: #1 March 16, 2020
(with apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson)
Oh, how I’d like to go out in the car,
out to buy milk and bread.
Our corner market is not very far . . .
still I am filled with dread!
*
Up every aisle and jammed wall to wall
lurk folks with their dripping snouts.
Touching and coughing and A-choo-ing all
over the Brussels sprouts.
*
When will I look at blueberries again?
Look at a quince once more?
Not ’til the CDC gives its amen.
Then I’m off to the grocery store.
(with apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson)
Oh, how I’d like to go out in the car,
out to buy milk and bread.
Our corner market is not very far . . .
still I am filled with dread!
*
Up every aisle and jammed wall to wall
lurk folks with their dripping snouts.
Touching and coughing and A-choo-ing all
over the Brussels sprouts.
*
When will I look at blueberries again?
Look at a quince once more?
Not ’til the CDC gives its amen.
Then I’m off to the grocery store.
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