Meet Mr. CA Poem by Bob BI’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) © 2020 Bob BReviews
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