Limerick XVIII

March 15, 2020 ~ sensualism

There’s a virus – they call it Corona

It creates panic all the world over

The shelves – they are bare

No toilet paper to spare

So we wipe our bum on whatever’s left over

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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem. I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art. View all posts by sensualism