The economic strain of the coronavirus pandemic has more Americans turning to food banks and charity for help feeding their families.
Charity and kindness are old Hunger's grand design;
he wants us to be famished for the sake of our waistline.
Rich or poor, he labors to see that we all lose some weight
by killing the economy and stealing from out plate.
We ought to thank him deeply that our food's in short supply;
for skeletons are graceful and are known to be quite spry.
What to do if a bat gets in your house.
Should a bat get in my hut,
I would go insane somewhat;
for such creatures of the night
give me nothing much but fright.
Chittering and gnashing sharp
teeth mean I'll go under tarp
and not ever reappear
till my wife tells me 'All Clear.'
As He Questions His Opponent’s Health, Trump Finds His Own Under Scrutiny.
Fibbing gives you lungs of steel;
ignorance, a happy feel.
Tweeting all the livelong day
chases ev'ry germ away.
Do you wonder that our Boss
is as healthy as a hoss?
Most Businesses Were Unprepared for Covid-19. Domino’s Delivered.
Imperishable pizza, you're a godsend to my days;
you never cease to fill me with anchovies and amaze.
I love your little dimples where the sauce pools red and bright;
who else is there to comfort me when sleepless late at night?
They cannot take away your crust, or banish pepperoni;
otherwise I think my heart shall turn to chalcedony!
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