Covid-19. A poem by George Potter

Corona Virus, How do you do?
You, like a genie came,
Apparently from Chinese lands,
Now Pandemic is your name.

Please don’t deny our right to be
A little out of sorts,
You’re uninvited, aggressive too
According to reports.

We are quite tough,we humans
And up to quite a fight,
But leave our weaker folk alone
Survival is their right.

Meanwhile, don’t be complacent
We’ll shortly have your measure,
Then seek no sympathy, my friend,
Your departure, will be a pleasure.


George is a retired engineer who expresses his feelings in rhyme, generally on current matters.

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