These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Little Virus Jump Throat

Sitting like a doofus,
waiting to be free
from the little virus,
trapping you and me.

There will be no kissing,
nor a bonny hug.
See what we are mis-sing,
lying on a rug.

We must keep all lab-techs
from their testy tubes,
or we'll be a sad wreck
from mistakes of noobs.

Think we'd all be better off,
playing in the yard,
Jumping rope, not heavy cough,
losing all that lard.

Social distance spac-ing,
"Buggies all, now leave!"
Social contact tracing
gives not much reprieve.

Joe and Betty sitting
in a big, tall tree.
Experience of kissing
caught not allergy.

It was COVID-19,
jumping throat to throat.
Two weeks later doc seen,
wrapped in Haz-Mat coat.

Overdosing Zinc will
surely make it leave.
Juice of orange and swill.
Remove it ne'er to cleave.

Jumping, jumping, jumping,
stronger ev'ry day.
Health improved we're stumping
viral cells at play.

Sitting like a doofus,
waiting to be free
from the little virus,
trapping you and me.

by Jay O'Toole
on May 11th, 2020