Betimes do not behoof
Beldames and swains as
The ague and virus hold
Sway, affrighting asunder
The aliment of love and
Affection; throughout the
Nation, no one come near!!
Social distancing the norm.
Appetency behold as the
Virus spread, crumpets feared
The shedding of their own
Tears.
Damsels in distress scared
Of shortness of breath,
High fever and surfaces!
All at once we all knew
That in the battle of
Survival of the fittest
Wash your hands through
And through, right now
It is the best we can do.
