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I sat at the x-ray machine checking traveler’s belongings
My co-worker beside me running the Explosive Detection Trace machine
Passenger came in put his bag on the belt
I checked his bag in the chamber
Laptop! I shouted to my co-worker
She grab the bag, “Sir is this your bag?”
“Yes”, he said
She opened his bag to do a search
“May I have your credit card so I can check your laptop?” she said
“No, no no”! He said, “I won’t pay to have my laptop swabbed,
May I have my laptop back please”?
“Oh! So sorry sir, I meant your boarding pass!”
“Ha ha!” Said another co-worker, “You’re an ass”.
Form:
Hello, my name is Mr. Ratman
I've been injected twice
with an experimental vaccine.
Get nasal swabbed three times a week.
I wear a rag on my face consistently.
I get temperature screened.
Get symptom interrogated daily.
I keep 6 feet away from society.
I wash my hands repeatedly
until they're the color of ripened cherries.
Now they're talking booster shots; nothing will ever be good enough.
Viruses by nature never, never walk away from a rave.
Is it really all about global health and well-being?
Or is it about population control and profit?
I just thank God that we're not rectally swabbed.
Sparkling black eyes aglow with love's ember
Appending lashes; swabbed cinders caressing
Sleek dark hair rippling waves of splendor
Blue, silk ribbon her coiffed crown dressing
Ashen, pale face from decorous rim recessing
Elegant, powdered neck; regal grace extended
Carefully preened bosom; each, fertile fold cresting
Slender, undulating hips; each, sensuous move portended
Gilded ring with her noble birth appended
Silver monogrammed bracelet; familial license her style to sanction
Ornamental brooch, sentimental heirloom; fealty commended
Bridled love flowing freely with matrilineal unction
Mother's vicarious virtue strained into the vial of innocence
Blighting charm causing each froward step to be made with reticence
“I am David not covid”, tell my wife,
She says "keep two meters, save a life"
I say “this virus is such a curse!”
She says,"Try being an IPC nurse!"
She makes me wash my hands so often,
Gets nose swabbed with bud of cotton,
We can not kiss or cuddle like old days,
"Till lockdown is over that rule stays"
Can hardly recognise own face in mirror,
Face has so long been under mask cover,
We keep it on when on shopping spree,
I hope from this we will soon be free!
I declare my love for her is abundant,
Hint how Boris* got his wife pregnant,
She says, "Let him do what he will"
"This virus is dangerous and can kill!"
Lockdown in some ways, not been bad,
Of certain changes to life, I am glad,
I can now cook dishes I never knew,
Share on facebook for friends to view!
I reluctantly had my COVID jab done,
Feel happier though needle is never fun!
Better days ahead with warm Sunshine,
If you are offered a jab, please get in line!
Written 24/04/2021
Syllables 10 + or - 1
Brian Strand - All your’s ( April 25) competition
IPC* = Infection prevention and control nurse
Boris* = Boris Johnson PM UK
*Image of Sailing Ship by Pixabay.
Course Of The Tradewinds
Fair winds nudge the sails, as thoughts wane the souls,
talks start out its trails, whilst the crest waves rolls,
whilst the crest waves rolls, talks start out its trails,
as thoughts wane the souls, fair winds nudge the sails.
Men and sea outlast, yet men's souls yearn home,
stubborn sea steadfast, as dreams match seafoam,
as dreams match seafoam, stubborn sea steadfast,
yet men's souls yearn home, men and sea outlast.
Work fills mindful heads, decks swabbed and nets filled,
worn bones on slept beds, rough seas make men skilled,
rough seas make men skilled, worn bones on slept beds,
decks swabbed and nets filled, work fills mindful heads.
Shout from the crow's nest sends crew on top-deck,
those upheld the quest, mapped charts kept on trek,
mapped charts kept on trek, those upheld the quest,
sends crew on top-deck, shout from the crow's nest.
2020 June 04
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 05
*1st Place*
Swap The Verse
~~Joseph May: Judged 2020 June 28
The medic said lie on the couch
She swabbed my cervix , I said OUCH
It's checking for cancer
So I can’t be a chancer
For cervical smears I can vouch
I lay there with my legs akimbo
Butt naked I feel like a bimbo
My hubby needn’t fear
It’s just a routine smear
Not nookie with Peter or Jimbo
I think its's a total outrage
Girls are denied smears due to age
If detected early
It could have saved Shirley
And youngsters like Amber and Paige
In England cervical smears are offered to women aged 25 to 64. Personally, I think the age should be reduced as women in their early 20's have died as they have been deemed too young for a cervical smear screening. Whilst the test is uncomfortable it only takes a few minutes to be done and it could save young lives
* Third stanza added 01/15/22 -The names Shirley fitted the rhyme scheme and I've read about Paige Hart who was diagnosed with cancer aged 24. I've been made aware of Amber's Law and fully support the change of age to 18.
https://amberslaw.org/about-us/
https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/9952172/woman-cervical-cancer-25-smear-test
01/14/22
Oops, they pushed their captain off his own ship,
made sure the deck was slick, black-boot polished,
waited ‘til great white sharks surrounded it,
until sharp sword swells upended its whip.
They turned their back, mocked, laughed, pretending to
be very serious - glasses pinch nose.
They swabbed the deck whitewashing its bleak sin.
OvErThRoW overthrow, not noticing
a tidal wave is coming — a rogue wave
ripping and roaring, exploring — the bore
soaring, sore like Noah’s flood overdone,
as the fallen angels drink from its cup.
12/4/2019
If I were a fly on the wall at a DNA office,
I’d see one mama budgeting child support for two maybes,
hoping the high-earner wins the paternity sweepstakes.
A grown man doing a victory dance he practiced in the car,
while another looks stunned like the swab repossessed his last hope.
A grandma wiping tears of joy because her real grandbaby finally found her.
A whole couple discovering they’re cousins and breaking up mid-hug.
Three siblings realizing the middle one belongs to nobody in the room.
Just a fly dodging swats while families get swabbed,
watching bloodlines flip faster than reality TV plot twists.
Neck a smooth, cylindrical mold
As sheathe with fibers carefully rolled
Pale, satin sheen artfully scrolled
Grace on soft, silky strands doled
In light, silted hologram to behold
Calamus breathes through each fold
Herbal essence from tight pores cajoled
Swabbed cheeks cloud high cheek bone
Naturally brushed with light coppertone
Puffy mounds rise from savory scone
Cherry gum drops brim o'er mascarpone
Cherubic glow of a polished sandstone
Exuding savory Rose scent laced with pheromone
Nature's stimulants, a nurtured love to hone
Bosom, gilded vines on terraced grove
Sprouting cherries, fertile arrow of Jove
Dangling from chest sealing frothy trove
Coarse sifted mounds, plump kneaded loaves
Descending into a deep, musky cove
U-shaped funnel vents steaming stove
Releasing mellow aroma of a sweet clove