In Times of Plague
in these days
of trying times
we may try
but cannot
understand
foolish
madness
so it came
to pass last
night that
my wife
did the un
speakable
deed
while we were
sleeping she
no longer
allowed
to teach
stayed
awake
so when
i awoke
i woke
to the
smell
of not
store
bought but
freshly made
bread from
our oven that
i spread butter
and honey
before
going
to work
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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