A year ago, we rang in Twenty-twenty,
A year that brought us trouble a plenty.
It brought in with it the Covid-19 flu,
And we wound up in lockdown with nothing to do.
Trump said it was nothing, but Fauci was wiser.
So, we put on masks and used hand sanitizer.
We were all on our own, taking care of ourselves.
Purell, bleach, and toilet paper flew off the shelves.
Parents became teachers; schools closed in each town.
The only good news was school shootings were down.
There was a limit on the number of people allowed in a room.
To see friends and neighbors we had to use ZOOM.
It was months before we could go out to eat,
Even then, we all had to eat on the street.
Sporting events weren’t allowed to have fans.
Cardboard cutouts soon filled up the stands.
Tensions ran high; racial peace was shattered.
People turned to the streets to prove Black lives mattered.
There were protests, and riots, and looting, and more.
While we wore out a path to our hard liquor store.
Trump couldn’t believe his re-election would fail.
Until Biden surprised him with a flood of snail mail.
But Trump wouldn’t concede. He made legal noise,
With Rudy Guilianni, and the help of Proud Boys.
Soon people cared less, which one was elected,
When a vaccine for Covid, was finally perfected.
So, as the new year begins, we’ll all raise glasses,
And tell Twenty-twenty to kiss all our asses.
Happy New Year to Everyone.
Peace & Love, and all of the above,
3 thoughts on “Ode to Twenty-Twenty”
Haven’t seen you write and poetry before! Nice! 👍
As you know, I’ve been busy with my music videos on Facebook, but when I noticed that I hadn’t written a blog since September, I figured I better do something, and poetry runs in my family. My Dad was the official Poet Laureate of The Third Armored Division and his poems are still on their website.
Omg, Earl you need to get a patent and get it out there, the best ever 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🤗😘