We’re doing our Toastmasters meetings online, like most things these days. It’s still fun, just not quite as intense (especially with a glass of wine in your hand!). We’re doing them, like most people, through Zoom.
As it was Poetry Night, with Barbara acting as Meeting Chair, I took the liberty of writing up a little poem befitting the times. Here it is… the format came out looking pretty funky, but I’m not going to bother trying to make it look perfect, so please bear with me.
A Virus Called Corona
It was early in the year,
Some trouble could be brewing a long way from here
A virus called corona, named after a beer
But nothing that resembles The brew we hold so dear
Beer drinkers disliked the name more than others
They said that if they had their druthers
Another name they would prefer,
Than their favourite brand of Mexican beer
February brought us some new rumors,
Not that Corona brought on tumors
But fatalities were thought to have started
At an Wuhan, China wet market
From that point Corona doubled,
We started preparing for some troubles
Tales of people getting sick, and even death
Caused by sharing someone’s breath
Not much to fear, it wasn’t quite here yet,
But it was coming, you’d have to bet
At a later time they would explain
That people brought it with them on a plane.
Corona came here with some stealth,
Threatening our populations health
First a nursing home in Vancouver,
We knew it would be here not later, but sooner.
Myself, in March, I was sitting out west,
Visiting friends and family, I can attest
Crowded cafés and restaurants
Grew less busy as the week went on
My flight home to this fair city
Half an empty plane, it wasn’t pretty
A kid at back, he started coughing
Funny thing is no one was laughing
The week after I got back home here,
Domestic flights were getting rarer
We needed valid reasons for going,
besides avoiding all the snowing.
Late in March the NHL had good reason
to call a halt to this whole season
Instead of watching the Sens goaltending
Might find themselves with virus pending
Restaurants were closing, and closing fast
All were hoping this wouldn’t last
Parks were shut and hopes were dashing
We all hoped this wouldn’t be lasting.
And now the weather’s finally changing
The deck chairs we’re all arranging
It’s usually that time of the year
When warm weather comes and we all cheer
Now front line workers – they’re the ones who
We all find we’re looking up to
Guys like the A&W dude – is his name Fred?
He’s my hero for keeping us fed.
Most of us work in our homes,
To do our work, we’re in the Zone
And getting our stuff out on time
Fueled by an extra glass of wine.
Let’s hope things can as normal be
In short order, we need to be free
to shop in peace without our guards up,
and not be stuck in another drive up.
This whole thing has been a bummer,
But I look forward to the summer
To raise my glass, I hope I’m gonna
Forget about this virus called Corona.