Who Is Corona.(1) ....? Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Who is Corona?
who is she? is she maria?
is she marla,
or is she Carla?

does she sing?
does she drink?
can she think?
do you have a link?

All these questions,
they have no any pretensions,
since according to my records,
it is unknown in my accounting,

in Dutch we say:
unknown makes unloved,
let's say, it's something from the north,
but not from above,

it's non-rhythmic,
it's non-toxic,
it's non-alien
when we heard 'bout it for the prime time,
it was surely not sublime
and not for poetry to rhyme,

who is she then?
who is he then?
what is it then?

Do you really want to know?
you have to wait now,
I have an appointment at my hairdresser's
for the first time open,
promise me not to refuse,
when I say I want to peruse
about the time
remember this is no abuse

I'll let you know exactly
who's Corona,
in any case
she is not Maria, Marla nor Carla,
she is not a man either,
OK, I must hasten
from hereto tither....

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Friday 15 May 2020
Dutch Morn