Four Couplets in Plague Time
Everything stirs up my blood:
Leaves and grass, and squishy mud.
Dancers in the field don’t need
Anything but chicken feed.
Don’t give garbage to your cow!
Stop this nonsense, stop it now!
I wish I could see the light;
Hear bees whisper, “It’s all right.”
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Posted on April 26, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged bees, dancers, everything, field, garbage, grass, leaves, light, need, stirs, stop, wish. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.