Who could have known that a tiny, little thing like a virus that looks like a pink and red toilet scrubber could have caused so many problems for so many people?
As all of us make our way through this chaos wrought by Covid-19, I hope that all of our faithful readers are well and happy and have all the toilet paper, cocktail mixers, and rolling papers you could ever possibly need.
Meanwhile, let’s enjoy a little poetry. And when I say a little poetry, I mean little poetry, with emphasis on the word “little.†Because poetry doesn’t get much littler than haiku.
Hopefully, you’ll find these bite-size haiku (yes, the plural of haiku is haiku) just as satisfying as a big ol’ hunk of rhyming verse. Think of it as poetic sushi with a little smear of wasabi on the side: it may be small, but it still packs a tasty punch.
Stay safe! And keep logging on to MONTROSESTAR.com!
A li’l throat tickle.
I cough one time at Kroger?
Whole damn aisle empties.
Recalling days of
Toilet papering houses.
Such carefree times.
Poutine, Byzantine,
Saltine, Ovaltine. Any
Tine but quarantine.
Sweat pants and braless.
I can barely remember
How a zipper works.
Unused ’90s les-
-bian latex safe sex gloves.
I guess they’re still fresh.
Costco, 8 a.m.
Happy Hour for seniors.
No free samples, though.
Social distancing.
No touching, hugging. Nothing.
An introvert’s dream.
In lockdown for days.
Weird to shelter in place with-
out Jim Cantore.
No bars, no drag shows.
Sagebrush rolling through Montrose.
God, I need a drink.
Cheap airline tickets.
Too bad flying is scary
As kissing Prince Charles.
Oh, how we miss our
Bartenders, wait staff, and stylists.
Do you make house calls?
Fauci, Birx, Cuomo,
Mayor Sly and Judge Hidalgo.
Thanks for speaking truth.
Nurses, doctors, clerks,
Police, fire fighters —
Superheroes, all.
Bills are piling up.
Thanks for the thousand bucks, Trump.
Still won’t vote for you.
When all this is done
We’ll be dancing in the streets.
Just wash your hands, friends.
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