Gathering in a Pandemic

A poem

A hot Floridian

By the Caribbean

Goes to a barbecue

With a crowded pool.

This is despite

All the might

That we’ve seen

And we’re keen

To ignore

All the four

Thousand cases

We traces

In a state

Full of hate.

We like to blame

That we name

Those who protest

Intend the best

They may spread

All the dread

With infection

It’s concession

But let’s not blame

That we name

Those who protest

Intend the best

When you’re gathering

And lathering

Saucing your ribs

Sunscreening your kids.

You play a part

In the start

Of a second wave

We tried to shave

The virus before

That was yore

But now it’s here

And you’re drinking beer.