On entering a Christmas store,
my COVID mask just slipped.
I tried to tuck, but t'was my luck
it twisted, then it ripped.
The stupid thing was dangling
held on by one lone loop.
It flipped and flapped, to Christmas Rap,
sung by that hippie group.
I tried to use it anyway;
my frugal nature won.
How could I spend, when I could mend,
I'd scrimp and save a ton.
Incessantly, I tried to free
the other end so frayed.
But unaware, t'was in my hair,
the string had disobeyed.
The Christmas themes of joy and peace
were tested, then released.
I have to say, by end of day,
my mask lay there ... deceased.
So, if your mask should ever break
and tangle in your hair,
don't be a flake, for COVID's sake,
replace it then and there!
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