"You're a Mean One Mr. Virus" --Another Poem From My Sister Zita

With gratitude today for a sense of presence on the physical as well as spiritual levels. And for eggnog, a seasonal favorite.

Here's a 2020 spin on a seasonal favorite, thanks to my sister Zita. She gave this nasty COVID virus the what-for with her word selection and wit. Thank you Zita for capturing the emotional range of this strange year so well. 

You're a Mean One Mr. Virus

You’re a mean one Mr. Virus,

You really are not nice.

You’re as cuddly as a rat, you’re as welcome as some mice, Mr. Virus.

You’re a dirty blanket, filled with crawling lice.

You’re a monster Mr. Virus,

You dig around like a mole.

You make people so afraid, your spread has taken a toll, Mr. Virus.

We try not to touch each other with our six or more foot pole!

You’re a foul one Mr. Virus,

You’re round with lots of spikes.

You have no friends and on Facebook you get no likes, Mr. Virus.

Given a choice of friends, we would choose a slimy snake – Yikes!

You’re a rotter Mr. Virus,

You have made so many die.

You’ve overstayed your welcome, hope the vaccine makes you fry, Mr. Virus.

Healthcare workers can’t wait to wave good-bye!

You nauseate me Mr. Virus,

No one wants to hear "you’re positive."

You’ve put our lives and livelihoods through a sieve, Mr. Virus.

You do your best to stop us, but all we want to do is live!

You’re a foul one Mr. Virus,

You’re a smelly-welly fool.

Businesses want to stay open, kids want to go to school, Mr. Virus.

Wearing masks a thing of the past, to hug again would be so cool!

Zita Bruess   December, 2020

Thank you Zita! Happy Holidays! Well wishes to all across the globe--for peace and health. My posts will be hit or miss over the next couple of weeks. Enjoy and say goodbye to these last days of 2020 in the ways you find most meaningful. Onward!