Waiting Game Poem by David Wood

Waiting Game

Rating: 5.0


It tickles your tonsils
Making you choke
Then up your nose
With a little poke.

A sea of numbers
To write down
Not an easy task
Making you frown.

Then off in the post
Goes the infernal test
This Covid is becoming
A darn pest!

Monday, December 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruta Mohapatra 07 December 2021

Very relevant! What a time we are passing through!

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