John Lawless Poet Rhyme

Quarantine Quazy

I staged a race
Came in number one
Cuz I was the only
One to run

I have never made a mistake.
Except for that one time
When I thought I had made a mistake
But I was mistaken.

Is it the virus
Or is it the flu
I’m trapped in the house
Making horrible noises
And I’m told by the “experts”
Those are my choices

I’m wearing gloves, mittens and masks
Which makes every chore so much more of a task
So far I’m succeeding with a spray and a spritz
Just hope I don’t wind up with a case of the s**ts

I’ve taped alcohol swabs
To the tips of my fingers
So that after texting
Nothing else lingers

And just when I thought
I could bear no more
Some nutcase just painted
A big C on my door


John G. Lawless
©5/17/2022

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 19, 2022 at 6:26 AM I don’t know why, but I just can’t help but picture Fozzie Bear delivering this bit. xomo

Andrew John May 17, 2022 at 3:31 AM Yes, quazy and interesting. Thanks, JL. John Lawless May 19, 2022 at 1:18 PM Yeah, as Elmer Fudd says....you waskally viwis you....