Number One

a Skeltonic, or tumbling verse poem

 

Today I will be shot

And I know just the spot.

It just might hurt a lot –

Or else, it just might not.

My arm will get the prick.

The needle shouldn’t stick.

I hope it will be quick.

I hope I won’t be sick.

I crave immunity.

One day I want to see

My lovely family

And have a hugging spree.

And when today is through

I know just what I’ll do:

I’ll thank the vaccine crew

And schedule number two!