I love my comfy COVID cap.
My hair’s tucked out of sight.
It keeps my head quite toasty warm
and it hides my Hairy Plight.
I love my comfy COVID cap.
My hair’s tucked out of sight.
It keeps my head quite toasty warm
and it hides my Hairy Plight.
The Virus is a deadly scourge.
It infects and then it kills.
It then moves on relentlessly
to kill wherever it wills.
The cul de sac is quiet.
Tim’s gone to his Boeing shift.
The rest of us are still abed…
in peaceful dreams adrift.
The boardwalk stretches across the marsh,
floating above the ground.
It’s hard to believe this desolate tract
is so close to a bustling town.
Tucker is a good old dog.
He’s loyal and he’s true.
When you need some friendly protection,
he’s just the dog for you.
There’s a helicopter up on Mars,
not sure where it is at.
So, the helicopter’s phoning home.
How Cool is That?
There’s constant traffic on our hill
as the cars drive up and down.
They work like ants, incessantly.
Only snow can slow them down.
Half a million Americans dead.
The senses can hardly feel.
It’s barely been a calendar year…
the number doesn’t seem real.
Long dark days –
cold winter nights—
are soon in the rear view mirror.
Longer days and
warmer nights
are ahead and drawing nearer.
In seven days,
I’m scheduled for
a shot of Moderna Vaccine.
That’s Number Two,
and I’m telling you,
I’m feeling Peachy-Keen!