By: Rochelle Rickoff Wilensky
I wish I may, I wish I might
May you, damn virus, be gone tonight.
You’ve had your way
With my little one.
You’ve caused her nose to
Run, Run, Run.
Her snot went green
Her cries won’t bend;
I think our nights
Will never end.
It’s one bad cold right to another.
Will G-d have pity on your mother?
I wipe; I soothe; I sing; I pray.
I beg for yet another day.
Where’s sleep? We need so
Desperately
To rest rest rest
And zzzz zzzz zzzzz.
SMASH!
ZAM!
PUNCH!
WHAM!
I hate you most
Green snot and jam.
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