October Joy Ride                   [Part 3 of my COVID-19 Trilogy]

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

VERSE 1

I gave my word that no more time would be spent,

On either Trump or COVID. But then, hey y'all,

That Rose Garden super spreader event,

Led to our "Stable Genius" going AWOL.

VERSE 2

I'm thinking that his doctor heard from overhead:

"Ladies and gents, 45 has left the building!"

Or maybe, Trump and his crew snuck out instead.

Word is, the Secret Service was quite willing.

CHORUS

The Grimm Reaper can't hit,

A target that is moving.

So when the news that you get,

Is: "Well, you're not improving."

Don't listen to old Fauci.

Just gather up your posse,

And prove to all that you're certified.

By going on an October joy ride.

VERSE 3

What if Trump had to run out and buy something?

That might explain his taking a side trip.

Hope he got a deal. Doing such a dumb thing,

Typically earns a cross that's inscribed: R.I.P.

VERSE 4

He pulled aside his privacy curtain,

Then ordered that spokesperson M.D.,

To say they really couldn't be certain,

About oxygen and coughs (dry or phlegmy?).

VERSE 5

Such news would only make the markets sadder.

And it still wouldn't satisfy the press.

So, stay or go, it really didn't matter!

So he loaded the gang up for a recess.

Yeah, they took a COVID joy ride.

CHORUS

The Grimm Reaper can't hit,

A target that is moving.

So when the news that you get,

Is: "Well, you're not improving."

Don't listen to old Fauci.

Just gather up your posse,

And prove to all that you're certified.

By going on a hospital joy ride.

VERSE 6

Concerning the peace prize controlled by the Swedes,

Was their decision swayed by Trump's excursion?

Guess they decided that we didn't need,

Another country meddling in our election.

VERSE 7

When faced with the facts of his mortality,

Trump suspected every ride could be his last.

And, unless he and Pence won a plurality,

The exclusive drugs they got were in the past.

VERSE 8

Within this tale, there's a lesson for the kids:

Hold on to the best drugs for you and yours.          [Note: Our President now recommends REGENERON]

That wisdom applies, both for treating COVID,

And to "remedies" that aren't exactly cures.

VERSE 9

Barr said that 'winners' get to write history.

The official version might read: "Trump wasn't stricken!"

Dodging assassins or some other mystery?

Assuming 45's memoirs do get written,

You'll find it in the FICTION category.

VERSE 10

While not as many as when O. J. wandered,

In his white Bronco, through Orange County roads.

The audience was large. I'll bet they wondered:

"Who brought the snacks, and the case with missile codes?"

VERSE 11

Occurrences of such joy rides are seldom.

But if caged up like that, you'd get quite bored.

Make sure that you can bounce, and still be welcomed.

Although your bed might be moved to the Psych Ward.

CHORUS

The Grimm Reaper can't hit,

A target that is moving.

So when the news that you get,

Is: "Well, you're not improving."

Don't listen to old Fauci.

Just gather up your posse,

And prove to all that you're certified.

By going on an October joy ride.

The End

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