Pox Poems - Poems about Pox

monkey pox the newest hoax isn't folks?...

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They say I have covid, Well, isn't that special. So, they gave me Paxlovid, And an oxygen checker. Yet, I'm told it's better, Than the pox or a poker!...

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The shade of a monkeypot tree Is as cool as the shade can be But monkeypod pox Can chill city blocks So please keep your distance from me! n.b. FIVE cases of monkeypod pox reported in Honolulu, where monkeypots are called monkeypods ...

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The artist may tarnish, but his art remains clean His intention stays ageless, his wishes pristine Though rust covers over what’s harder to see The base is still there —and the spirit still free (Dreamsleep: December, 2021)...

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Fort Pueblo 1854, retaliation swift, no one was toying. We rebels thought the British Empire annoying Nonchalant agents ignored the plan with noncaring eyes. It is a misnomer that the Europeans are the good guys. We were the bad guys during the Indian Wars, totally unfair. Giving smallpox laden blankets to the natives without care. Making our friends...

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Serpigo, roseola, German measles, flu. Shingles, chicken pox, pandemic Corona boo hoo. Chilling fever, chest pains, aches all the way through. Muscle fatigue, slap cheek, and mumps poking you. I feel pretty great today. How about you?...

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In my clock, I hear tickery tock It just stopped! No tick tock from my clock Oh my dear tick tock box Now I fear there's a fox In my tickery tockery clock A sly fox in your dear tick tock box? Oh my gosh, I can see his striped socks! Well a stinky striped sock could put germs in my clock and...

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They met a demise so inglorious. The culpable agent was the Varicella virus. We were the vectors. It was none other than us. Chalk up another deed of man that will be infamous. The virus spread like wisps on the breeze. It obliterated a civilization that lasted for centuries. Any graduate from the college of hard knocks can see these creatures...

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Oh, he rides though forest, he rides now through the hills— The Pox Man is coming and he kills and he kills… He lays waste to the red man and the white man, too— He brings that soft darkness to both me and to you. It may come with blankets; it may come with his horse— It marks and gives...

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