The Friday The 13th Killer. Poem by Shaun Cronick

It's Friday The 13th,
With a killer cruelly on the prowl,
And none are safe or spared,
From an unforgiving little ghoul.

They'll never see it coming,
As it hooks tightly on all.
It's smaller than a pinhead,
As the rich and famous fall.

Oh yes! It's that vile virus,
We all so fear and dread.
A killer of no distinction.
And a killer so widespread.

There is hope in the future,
A vaccine to be soon discovered.
Where all can live their lives,
In a world now fully recovered.