by Rick Young | Mar 20, 2021 | Poem
Iceland melted by volcano.
Mar a Lago cocktail, Drano.
Deshaun Watson’s penis-flashing.
Sex addiction defense crashing.
Covid cases see uptick.
Dad drops child in zoo cage. Sick!
Bear spray used now to protest.
Austin mourns South By Southwest.
China threatens global order.
Cuomo best head for the border.
More Dead Sea Scrolls fragments found.
AstraZeneca deemed sound.
Mission will clean space debris.
Kim Jong’s sis says “Let us be.”
Putin spars with Joe. The commie!
Japan earthquake hints tsunami.
GOP touts vote suppression.
Trump wax figure spurs aggression.
Baseball will be coming soon.
Next Olympics? On the moon.
by Rick Young | Mar 20, 2021 | Poem
Spring comes knocking at a cold front door.
Why do folks come out no more?
Answers follow, though they’re vague.
Has something to do with plague.
Only come outside for tasks.
When they do, they all wear masks.
It’s a quite confusing thing.
The first robbers of the spring?
Then, it seems to warm in spots.
All the places where there’s shots.
In the south, they’re all outside.
As if nobody had died.
March is green with vaccinations.
April just might see vacations.
Springtime questions have amassed.
Have we opened up too fast?
Kids have now gone back to schools.
With new sets of stricter rules.
Desks apart and do not hover.
If you cough, please duck and cover.
Summer’s our pie in the sky.
No one’s sure how this will fly.
Covid’s stolen one whole year.
There’ll be more, though. Do not fear.
