The Song of the Viral Particle
A rhyme for the times
O dear, what can the matter be
Politicians thought they could splatter me
Maybe I should sort out a twat or three
Whoever they are, I don’t care.
Take off that mask to show me I’m not frightening
Your reactions are, I agree, most enlightening
While all the time my grip I am tightening
Try and pretend I’m not there.
You think that you can escape my infection?
Your ideas may need a bit of correction
As I lie low to await resurrection
It may be a spike or a wave.
The atmosphere swirling around you is seething
With particles which permeate it, enwreathing
The safe thing to do would be to stop breathing
I’ll usher you into the grave.
© shadow 2023
I really enjoyed this. You do have to sing it to get the best of it, so it takes a bit of preplanning! Only three twats?
It’s a start – but had to preserve the rhyme. Thanks for comment.
Hi Shadow, so lovely to see you back again and with something like this. Very cleverly written and now I have the tune stuck in my head.
Glad you liked it (sorry about the earworm).
Agree with Jim; I sang this and now I am permeated!
I hope it’s not too painful!
My puppies ran away but I thoroughly soaked in the experience!
So well sang and very timely.
I have my own song about the particle but I’m not sure UKA is ready just yet. Perhaps not as sweet as yours.
Ah, go on! I’d like to see it.
A lot of rogue RNA karaoke lately.
I think that’s a symptom of something.