Enforced Virusity Poem by Mary Champion

18/3/2020

The tousled clown lied his way to power,
slagging off the doomsters and the gloomsters,
dreaming of his great and glorious hour,
speaking weasel words to all the losers.
But far out to the East, an enemy
prepared to be all Mankind's Nemesis;
so tiny that no human eye could see
yet well equipped to bring us to our knees.

The tousled clown quipped his way to power,
he loved to bring good news, longed to be loved,
but in the dark corona of this hour,
a little virus called his flippant bluff.
Lies were soon exposed in the light of day.
Although his tongue was still as slick and smooth,
the Covid-19 can't be hyped away,
this liar has to stand and speak the truth.