Did they say it round the tree?
Was it the initial-peek-a-boo?
Was it said with diamond-degree
or with rhinovirus achoo?
Was this thing called love catching?
His youthful looks and ruthless-hanky
and her wavy brunette sway fetching
before love sickness got too -panky.
A linen cloth could have harbored
the germs from which no antitoxin.
She’s amused by whistling on starboard
and forthright first-sight-neurotoxin.
Later, they stare into empty space.
She used her ring for scribbling.
Gin was her tonic, a cold head case.
His knuckles, not her ears, nibbling.
An unlikely spark brought them back.
They wrapped arms around the oak.
Surprised by touching fingertips, smack
of lips that mollified disparaging gin-soak.
His debonair looks and ruthless-hanky.
Her wavy snow-white sway, fetching.
Battling love sickness with its -panky
Forever-after-lips relentlessly catching.
COVID-19
They christened her Corona, and not to be dismissed
The blight that made the planet, get its knickers in a twist
They closed the universities, and then they closed the schools
The world was in a panic because no one knew the rules
We soon ran out of toilet roll and the pasta disappeared
Sanitizer was no more and the various shelves were cleared
They brought in social distancing, self isolation too
We battened down the hatches from the microbes that accrue
All the sport was cancelled, the nightclubs had to shut
The bars then called last orders and life was in a rut
Things were getting serious; our lives were all in shock
Days just watching telly, and staring at the clock
A cure will come from somewhere, to make us well again
A welcome antitoxin from this self imposed constrain
Yet someone is responsible for causing this whole mess
A Government, a Military, who took things to excess
How much antitoxin would it take
To shake the devil out of a soul;
To clean sin out of the heart
And make it completely whole?
All the antitoxin in the world
Couldn't make it depart;
Only the fear of Christ and salvation
Must penetrate the heart.
Such an uncostly remedy
You can take as much as you need;
Jesus gave Himself readily
One just needs to take heed.
The prescription has been written
And has already been filled;
The Great Physician is waiting
For the soul to be healed.
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