Finding poetry in a pandemic

Hand washing is the foundation of good health.Hand washing is the foundation of good health.

Oh…we….
Wear our little masks, and we wash our little hands;
We wish we could go traveling to near and distant lands;
We’d really like to go to work, but nobody will hire us;
Because we are the victims of the Lumpy Trumpy Virus.
Those rare times when we see a friend,  we have to cross the  street.
We’re not allowed a handshake: so we have to shake our feet.
We feel so buggy-ugly, there is no one to admire us:
Because we are the victims of the Lumpy Trumpy Virus.
The Baptists, they still go to church and shout “The Lord be for us.”
What a shame that God’s to blame for Tom Hanks and for Boris:
The myths and lies, stupidities exhaust us, sap us, tire us:
Oh, please please please release us from this deathly White House virus.

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