The End Of The Pandemic

Poem By Paul Hartal

"I believe this pandemic
will be less savage soon", said the Octopus.

"What do you mean? ",   asked the Porcupine.

"I mean, it will lose its teeth", said the Octopus.

"Really? "

" Yes, really."


At night the Porcupine had a dream:
A huge Covid-19 sat on a dentist's chair
and the dentist was pulling out
the last tooth of the virus.

Comments about The End Of The Pandemic

Find that Dentist. Quick! Such a nicely written fable That will hopefully, If it does come true Render this old world, Livable again. Now do we realize how very lucky we were?
My! I only hope the Octopus is right!


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