Corona Takes the Cake
On the street.
Want to eat.
Virus clown
shut stores down.
Pastry shop!
I will stop.
Cakes and pies -
sweet surprise.
I smell those
with my nose.
Man in mask
starts to ask . . .
Fresh pie or
petit four?
Two of each.
Make them peach.
Donut too.
That will do.
Seeing that
I feel fat!
But I pay
and I say:
Where to sit
to eat it?
Strain to hear
words unclear.
Realize
with my eyes . . .
space too small
wall to wall.
Six foot rule
not too cool.
Drop on street
every treat.
Dogs run by.
Lick each pie.
Leave no crumb.
I feel dumb.
Covid takes
even cakes.
Sept. 15, 2020
Originally for Beth Evans' "Threes, Please Poetry Contest"
A poem made up of three-syllable rhymes, showing a lighter side of it.
For the Coronavirus (Covid-19) Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
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