Out of control
The new virus
Like my wife.
And I like not
To take risk
And enjoy
Christmas.
No anti-virus
Measures have been
Taken as yet.
To and from travel
Totally banned
Like the cruel wife
Confined her husband.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's your fault, you know, that you've got a wife, a cruel one indeed, who causes much strife.... for YOU. You must take control, before it's much too late. You must chart a new course with a 'clean slate' *. Kill HER. * " clean slate noun an absence of existing restraints or commitments" I'm kidding; divorce might suffice. bri :)