Pop goes the Weasel and Poof goes the Pandemic

Pen your plans on paper
Push people outside your personal perimeter 

Please prevent panic
Percolate positivity through this pandemic

Predict the passage of this peril
Perfect and pour energy into a promising skill

Peace will prevail with the power of prayer
Stay poised despite the persistent pressure

Practice patience and persevere
Life is still beautiful with pain and pleasure

Pages from our poignant past is a preview
A peek into profound suffering mankind's been through

Perhaps what keeps us from plundering
Is knowing that this peculiar pest is perishing

You are predisposed to go participate in this particular predicament
Prudent is the person who prioritises proactive imprisonment

Proclamations in print or in the press
Will point you toward the path of distress

Promoting self isolation isn't policed properly
Private safety is pivotal so prepare for a casualty

Pertaining to products, pouches and packages
Preserve your pantry with prerequisites

Pensively ponder your precious privileged life
Priceless is your position, your lack of strife

Play it safe and protect your family
Put away the passports, bring out those puzzles finally

Close your premises and pools and cancel your parties 
Ping your pals with puns and cover up when you sneeze

Being passive is a pistol in this pertinent period
Being active can lead to piles of bodies in a pit

Perceive this not as poetry but as a prescription
That is pretty with P's and rhymes and alliteration

Comments

  1. Unknown25 March 2020 at 00:30

    That's very creative and thoughtful 😅😅😅 loved it

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  2. Haresh25 March 2020 at 13:53

    I was about to say so many P's

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  3. Kaveesha25 March 2020 at 21:19

    Great work Kanna! Witty as always.

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