Welcome to My Poetry Site
Meet Mr. C
I'm a tiny virus;
Corona is my name.
I love stealthiness.
That's my claim to fame.
If you would prefer,
You could call me Mister.
How'd you like to meet
My brother and my sister?
It's really very easy.
They are all around--
Sometimes in the air;
Sometimes on the ground.
We like it when you gather
Together in large groups.
That's when we decide
To call out all our troops.
We rely on people
To let down their guard.
For some careless ones,
That's NOT very hard.
If you want to meet us,
Look for crowded places,
Where there aren't a lot
Of masks on people's faces.
Of course, you know that our
Ubiquity demands
That people everywhere
Do not wash their hands.
We really love it when
People do not pay
Attention to the experts
Or let them have their say.
Spreading conspiracy theories
Helps you to meet us
And drowns out the voices
Of those out to defeat us.
We rely on leaders
With questionable goals
And people who believe them
And frown on safe controls.
I hate it when I hear
The ugly word "vaccine."
How could people be
So thoughtless and so mean?
I won't make it easy
For those who want me dead,
For MY raison d'être
Is "Spread, Baby, Spread!"
-by Bob B (5-16-20)
Corona is my name.
I love stealthiness.
That's my claim to fame.
If you would prefer,
You could call me Mister.
How'd you like to meet
My brother and my sister?
It's really very easy.
They are all around--
Sometimes in the air;
Sometimes on the ground.
We like it when you gather
Together in large groups.
That's when we decide
To call out all our troops.
We rely on people
To let down their guard.
For some careless ones,
That's NOT very hard.
If you want to meet us,
Look for crowded places,
Where there aren't a lot
Of masks on people's faces.
Of course, you know that our
Ubiquity demands
That people everywhere
Do not wash their hands.
We really love it when
People do not pay
Attention to the experts
Or let them have their say.
Spreading conspiracy theories
Helps you to meet us
And drowns out the voices
Of those out to defeat us.
We rely on leaders
With questionable goals
And people who believe them
And frown on safe controls.
I hate it when I hear
The ugly word "vaccine."
How could people be
So thoughtless and so mean?
I won't make it easy
For those who want me dead,
For MY raison d'être
Is "Spread, Baby, Spread!"
-by Bob B (5-16-20)
