Rhyme for a Time of Plague
Fill the tooth, fear the faces
Peering in the empty spaces.
Mix the needlepoint with mittens;
Leave unharmed the cats and kittens.
Do not be afraid of arms;
Help the farmers on their farms.
When the hay has all been stacked
And the plums in jars are packed,
Smiles will go a long, long way
Toward allaying fears, I say.
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Posted on May 10, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry and tagged afraid, arms, faces, fill, help, mittens, mix, needlepoint, smiles, stacked, tooth, unharmed. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.