Untimely death
Untimely death
Scourges fester;
A novel virus roams;
We sequester
In isolated homes—
Clinging to a shibboleth
Or staving off untimely death?
In full retreat
A novel virus roams;
We sequester
In isolated homes—
Clinging to a shibboleth
Or staving off untimely death?
In full retreat
I write this doggerel,
For in the street
A passing jogger’ll
Knock me down, with his breath,
Bringing on untimely death.
I do confess
My fear is somewhat vague
But stark no less
From reading of the plague
In times of old Queen Beth,
Gruesome and untimely death.
So cooped keep I
And likely cooped I’ll stay,
But not, I cry,
until my dying day!
N0! When I go,
It’ll be sublimely,
Nobly, and so
Motherfucking timely.
For in the street
A passing jogger’ll
Knock me down, with his breath,
Bringing on untimely death.
I do confess
My fear is somewhat vague
But stark no less
From reading of the plague
In times of old Queen Beth,
Gruesome and untimely death.
So cooped keep I
And likely cooped I’ll stay,
But not, I cry,
until my dying day!
N0! When I go,
It’ll be sublimely,
Nobly, and so
Motherfucking timely.
Excellent!
Herewith more doggerel.
Beware of Yalies with time on their hands!
Some Doggerel for the Internet
Terry Benson
The plague came to town
(Not just to the gate)
But skulking around
And lying in wait
For two weeks or three
To silently pass us
(No need for a flea)
A pestilent virus.
With R naught unknown
And prognosis iffy,
We shelter at home
While eating our Skippy,
And beans and potatoes,
And chicken with rice,
And cans of tomatoes.
(Some take out is nice.)
Now spring’s in the air
And sunny skies lure us,
But we wouldn’t dare
(Since no one can cure us)
To take elevators
Or subways or buses
And risk ventilators
(If any were near us).
* * *
But we’ve got a magic space
Huge beyond reason
A quiet and private place
Built for all seasons
With millions of tomes
And music and videos
Prose, essays, and poems,
Memes, wikis, and how-tos.
Electronic minions
To find what we like
Adventure, opinions
Or whatever might strike
Us to post or to tweet
On culture or trends
And sitting “here” we can meet
All of our friends!
‘Tho trapped by the gloom
Of the spidery curse
They are ready to Zoom
Or play games or converse!
Work in teams in your jammies
Or discuss a novel
(And sext when you please
From your small wired bubble).
So raise a small cheer
To the internet’s nexus.
Bar the door! Drink your beer –
Till a vaccine can fix us.
Appreciate these. Thanks.