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.
Hi Shadow,
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?
Cheers,
Jim
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.