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.”

 

Rhyming couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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