A year ago I got my first bout of Covid and I hated it. Weirdly, almost exactly a year later I contracted it again. I was hoping to say it was less impactful the second time around but in truth it totally wiped me out. Here is my brief poem about this irony, entitled ‘Poorly With Covid.’
Last March I was poorly with Covid,
I gradually pushed it away.
Last week it sneaked up upon me,
With a cough and a sneaze on Friday.
Last time you made me feel awful,
Like a horrible flu you consumed.
This week you wiped me out altogether,
And the horrible headaches resumed.
I am surprised it was so bad this time round,
Though my last jab was in 2021.
Mind you, I don’t know what’s expected,
It was never gonna be that much fun.
So, yes, Covid still has a presence,
It’s spreading again in the spring.
But give me a break until next March at least
Or they’ll be calling me THE COVID KING.
This was slightly different to my usual style as I don’t normally write such long lines when I rhyme. I just woke up and wrote it but hopefully it made sense. There is something cathartic about writing a poem straight out, without overthinking it or endless editing. That is the way that I prefer to write.
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