monkey pox
the newest hoax
isn't folks?
Categories:
pox, allegory, analogy,
Form: Questionku
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!
Categories:
pox, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
pox, health,
Form: Limerick
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)
Categories:
pox, age,
Form: Rhyme
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 our enemies, a move that was dire.
Making us less than people, a mean kind of fire.
In retaliation for the small pox deaths, White Earth led a raid.
He brought Apache and Utes in, to slay as if it were a parade.
They came to many a dwelling, and killed quite a few.
Dire displace of a woman and her sons, count of two.
Categories:
pox, native american,
Form: Rhyme
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?
Categories:
pox, health,
Form: Monorhyme
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 cause tickery tockery pox.
Categories:
pox, kids,
Form: Limerick
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 died from chicken pox.
This once great city is now a ghost town.
First contact with humans is what brought them down.
So will you conquerors strut around haughtily with disdain?
I will see that these Martians did not die in vain.
Based on the set of short stories titled “The Martian Chronicles” by the late Ray Bradbury.
Categories:
pox, science fiction, space,
Form: Rhyme
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 you fever to run out its course.
He’s a tall, solemn scarred man that fills you with dread—
He may spare you your life or he’ll leave you for dead.
Oh, turn from the Pox Man – to him you do not pray,
His mercy is random, he has little to say.
He will ride off now soon - touch the weak with his breath—
He’s giver and taker – yes, we know him as death.
Categories:
pox, angst, cowboy-western, death, introspection,
Form: Cowboy Poetry