Corona may be king,
For a time,
But the birds still sing,
And I have my rhyme.
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Thank you. I’m pleased you like it.
The corona will one day be gone
And then we will still be left
With the beautiful birdsong
Indeed it will Lorraine. Thanks so much for your lovely comment. Kevin
You are welcome Graham. And your poem is lovely too., x
All hail the contagion
Thanks for your comment which was (I am sure) made with your tongue firmly in your cheek! Lets hope that Corona is soon consigned to the dustbin of history. Kevin
Absolutely! Satirical with a touch of benevolence for a force that is far deadlier than I. Thank you for this simple, poignant piece. Soon, soon.
Thanks. I am pleased you liked it.