A Frivolously Frolicsome Foursome
Grandfather was up to the task
As everyone took off their mask
Shouted “it’s no disgrace”
To show all of your face
And offer a toast from your flask.
And the Naysayers said “this can’t be”
I’ve had the shots – one, two and three
I think it’s a trick
As I still got sick
I should have known that nothing is free.
And the dogs who thought people so sweet
Are now huddled below and beneath
The sofa and chair
Shaking with fear
For they just found out people have teeth.
We’ve removed the masks from our face
Now we’ll carry them just like our mace
In a pocket of fear
As people draw near
Well…because….you know, ….just in case.
John G. Lawless
©3/1/2022
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