I Got The “Covid-rona” Blues!

 

Trying my hand at a blues “song,’ which is challenging for a happy lady, but I had fun with it. (That’s not a good sign, is it…? Well, bear with me, anyway!) If you want to try and “sing along,” check out this old youtube video for inspiration in style and mood, get yourself in a bluesy groove to belt this out with me!

https://youtu.be/N-KluFB9A8M

(But, honestly my go-to bluesy tune progression usually defaults to a jingle from an old, Enjoli perfume commercial  – “I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in pan….) 

I’ll let these images of BB King, one of the great, pioneering Blues artists, set the mood for us.

I can hear it, I’m feeling’ it…here we go! Ba, doo, doo, doo, doo (tap, tap)…,

Ba, doo, doo, doo, doo… (tap, tap)…,

 

I am sick of the “Rona,” I am tired of masks, I just need a trip seaside, for a swim & a bask, ‘cause I am healthy…..but I got the covid 19 blues!

This is not really living, being stuck in the house, hangin’ out daily, with only my spouse, and I am bored stiff….I got the covid-rona blues!

 

 It’s covid, and it is “in our face” each day. It’s covid, and it looks like it is here to stay! Uh-huh!

 

Every day we hear numbers, what the heck do they mean? It’s a misguided ploy to keep us from being seen…and it’s overdone “reporting,” givin’ me the covid blues!

Now I only scan headlines, nothin’ but bad news, ‘cause people are antsy, everything lightin’ their fuse! Covid and unrest are giving me the blues.

 

 Ring around the Rosy, but don’t hold no one’s hand; we’re being pushed apart, by those with the covid commands. Uh-Huh!

 

I try to stay upbeat, share encouraging smiles, but then I remember, all they see is a mask. I could be a “bad guy,” Covid spreads fear and wariness!

I’m buying a clear mask, so I’ll look like a geek, but at least then folks will see my smiling teeth! Getting creative, to beat these pesky covid blues!

 

Covid’s a virus, but we’re making it much more. Common sense interaction, is what we all are longing for…that’s right!

 

I like to take long walks, and I don’t wear a mask. I say hi to the neighbors, they all smile and wave back, ‘cause we are lonely. We’re not made to live like this!

I stand on the sidewalk, while they stay in their yard, and we chat about weather, and gardens and cars, ‘cause we are sick of… talking about covid 19!

 

‘Cause of covid, they say we’ll all die. So, without covid, we’ll live to a hundred and ninety five?! ……… We’re all gonna go someday! 

 

We would all be more peaceful, if we just faced the facts, we will all die from something, so don’t overreact!

Take good care if you’re high risk, but be kind to all others. Love WILL heal all things, bind our hearts like we’re brothers!

 

Let’s stand together, we can’t fight on our own. We’re all made for friendship, not calling names and throwing stones! Let’s offer mercy! Oh yeah!

(instrumental interlude, leading into closing line…..)

 

Let’s shake these down-in-the-mouth, stuck in the house, gotta get out, wanna fly south,

social life drought, just want to shout….Covid 19 BLUUEEESSS………..!

More Adventures of Louie the Shark

It’s been quite some time since I shared an epic poem of Louie’s adventures. If you don’t know about my Louie, you really should read this introductory post first, chronicling his earlier deeds and joyful jousts. https://grandmascoffeesoup.wordpress.com/2017/07/22/you-didnt-know-it-but-im-a-poet/   Louie the …

A Feeble Attempt

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Christmas in my Heart

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Quixotic Adventures

It’s time again for some light-hearted, laughter-inducing entertainment, so find a comfy chair, relax in a hammock (or, even, take a knee…I’m not looking and I don’t care!!). As long as you’re relaxed and ready to be entertained, that’s all that …

Taming the Savage Tomatoes (another fun poem!)

 

Out in my tiny garden

The plants have gone hog wild.

The vines and plants now growing

Could hide a little child.

But I’m not sure I’d trust them

With little ones close by.

It’s “Little Shop of Horrors”

I see in my mind’s eye.

 

They started out so tiny,

I never thought they’d grow.

But something crazy happened.

Just what, I do not know.

 

They’ve overgrown the fences,

They’re pulling out the stakes.

They’ve hidden my best garden gloves.

They’ve eaten all the rakes.

I cannot gauge the danger,

But they have grown so huge,

And on their tree-like branches

Grows a ‘mater-ish deluge.

 

It’s getting hard to hold them,

To keep them all subdued.

They’re too big for the cages

And now they’re getting rude.

 

I sometimes feel them watch me,

Walk in the garden gate.

I tell my family, “Call 911,

If I am running late!”

Now that it’s time for harvest,

I try to play it cool.

I sing a calming lullaby,

I try to act the fool.

 

I sneak my tiny, little hand

Right in there on the produce.

I grab and snatch and back away,

Then just as quickly vamoose.

 

Then I stand back and study,

Contrive my next attack.

Before they know what’s happened,

They’re looking at my back!

And now begins the slaughter

Of juicy orange and reds.

Tomatoes overflowing,

“Off with their unripe heads!”

 

Those pesky seed compartments

All filled with slimy goo,

Are headed for the compost.

The crowns will rot there, too.

 

We’re not tomato lovers,

Until they’re doctored up.

I’ll turn them into salsa.

We drink that by the cup!

And though we really love it,

The work involved is grueling.

When I am finished canning

I always need refueling.

 

It takes countless ripe tomatoes

For each salsa-canning batch.

And for our salsa appetite,

The effort is no match.

The hard work will continue

Until the ground has frosted.

And by that time the harvest

Will have me all exhausted.

 

And after it gets colder,

And beasts are moving slow,

I’ll sneak into the garden,

And deal the final blow.

 

I’ll clip and lop and gut them

Remove the vining menace,

And then I think I’ll pave it,

And next year…, take up tennis!