Poetry

Monday, 30 March 2020

COVID 1 - The Pangolin

I am a Pangolin

Just sniffing around the ground
They can't get a thing on me
I'm the epitomy of anonimity
My scaly back my long nose rubbing up
Against a grub
Or sniffing a rose
Just shooting the breeze with my Pangolin friends
When Atissue, sneeze and then that is the end

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