on the farm when grampa hit his thumb
with a hammer he didn’t yelp, yammer
he cried ouchy ouchy ouchy! it got so all
on the place including us children be it
splinter or worse cried ouchy ouchy ouchy
this ditty will hit print after our election
I cast my vote for dr fauci I trust not in vain
I hope his bane is bawling ouchy another rhyme
grouchy is too tame for these cataclysmic times
and my grampa never called us kidiots “idiots”
2020 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in The new Y.
