Camy’s Covid Poems: 1-4

[Camy]

Here are four short poems wot I rote, while batting away the invisible beast with my favourite beast batting bat (not available on amazon). I say beast, but nobody can decide if viruses are alive or not. Bacteria are alive, but viruses? Odd... but then everything seems odd these days.

Anyhow, the first poem is a haiku. An actual, real life, 5-7-5 haiku (of which I'm inordinately proud).

 

1)

Let's not make a fuss.
Let us just sit here, maskless...
Until we are dead.

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2)

"We have RIGHTS!" He shrieked,
spittle flying at his bestest friend.

Ten days later his bestest friend
shuffled off this mortal coil.

Two days after, with a whimper and gurgle,
they were together again.

 

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3)

Squark squark, run run, flap flap, BANG!
“What’s for dinner, dear?”
“Shhh...! They’re out of season.”

 

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4)

Is lamping fun?
Not for the rabbit.
Only for the fucker with a gun.

 

[Cole Parker]

I like the second one best.  That's great.

[Merkin]

Is haiku  the sound a masked sneeze makes?
 

[Bruin Fisher]

How did I miss these? They're great!

Not sure about No.3, I worry about Emus being hunted to extinction...

[Camy]

On 9/17/2021 at 9:14 AM, Bruin Fisher said:

How did I miss these? They're great!

Not sure about No.3, I worry about Emus being hunted to extinction...

Glad you like 'em!

I worry about being the last emu loitering, too.