Archaic English Sonnet, by Popo 1720.

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.

Published by theexiledexhorter

Retired NYC High School History Teacher from Washington Heights.I taught at G.W. H.S.( alumnus 1977), A. P. Randolph, MLK, Joan of Arc( Ms. Garrett, principal) and Wadleigh. Love jazz, r&b, Johnny Cash, Gil Scott Heron, Rubby Perez, Omega el fuerte and Frank Sinatra.

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