Long Covid: And to Think it Happened on Dexter Street

With a few Dr. Seuss books cancelled of late, I thought I would propose a suitable replacement. A sequel to the 2017 SBM Classic, "A Run With Runs is No Fun." 

Not quite "And to Think I saw it on Mulberry Street," but I offer up my Long Covid version as a suitable 2020/2021 replacement.

White tub
Cold tub
My grey robe spot

At night I go
When my feet are hot

Hot, hot, hot
Normal legs these are
Not, not, not

Twitching, kicking
Crazy legs
I have
Got, hot, got

Daily flu is my thing
Tingly, achy, itchy
Rona lingering

Shit, shat, shot
My body is
Hot, hot, hot

Not in hunky way
I am
Not, not, not

My hair has thinned
On my foggy head
Shit, shat, shot 
Thinking clearly
I am
Not, not, not

For 100 days 
My fever was
Hot, hot, hot
Some didn't care 
They did not, not, not

My chest it burns
I gulp for air
Doctors said
Nothing here
Nothing there

They can't explain 

My fading hair 

I used to swim

I used to run
Now I cant
No fun, no fun
My running rant

There is hope
There is cheer
Mayo Clinic says

Here, here, here

You had the virus

You check the boxes

You will get better

That's what the doc says

Saint Fauci

Saint Birks

Listen to them

Don't listen to jerks

We are not out

of the woods

We are not

Mask up, mask up

Don't be a twat

Covid is cruel

Covid is thorough 

I'd wished this monster

Would leave my borough

Shit, shat, shot

Long Covid 

I have got, got, got