Das Vaxx
WARNING..THIS IS A HUMOR PIECE ONLY,
Under the tree, poet mouse sat.
All those punctured with the vaxx
said “scat”!
Brown eyes filled with tears on
Christmas night.
Shaking and cold, she was filled
with ice and fright.
Seeing rotund men in Avatars calling
for the end of her life.
Death being du jour for any brave
enough to stand as God’s child free
on Christmas night.
Die Fuehrer has from his grave arisen.
His mustache and Zig Heil, sending
many to poetry prison.
Avoided, bullied, even poet’s best friends
took leave.
No longer warm or loving, the vaxx was
their singular, loving need!
12/26/2921
To all. A blessed and Happy New Year,!
Be free in mind, expression and life.
Thats how God mde you.
To be uniquely you.
No dupicates! Panagiota.Romios...
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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