#389: Poem on April 16, 2021

Poem on April 16 Our task today is to write a Skeltonicbut I don’t mean, when I say, to be ironicthat I’m glad our plague wasn’t bubonic;it was bad enough, our case was chronicand I think I’m supposed to keep up this sonicrhyme scheme until I run out, subatomic,of words that sound like a mixer,Continue reading “#389: Poem on April 16, 2021”