Corona has made a hot soup
caught us unawares, in a coup
a hothead.
We love to touch, hug eachother
enjoy our drink, chat together
with hotdog.
This weakness Corona exploited
mutating, making us doited
a hotrod.
Wanting to do damage contain
caregivers hurried, to maintain
a hotline.
Humans' old habbits die very hard
older and sick, it did bombard
as hotbed
13.5.2020
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