Coronavirus

It’s a virus with a crown
One that surely puts a frown,
Keep your distance if you sneeze
I might get it through your breeze,
Micro critters on attack
They’ll be climbing up your back,
Making way down to the lungs
Just by flying by our tongues,
Get reclused for 14 days
And your clothes go set ablaze,
Wash yourself and disinfect
Get your fever duly checked,
avoid hospital avoid the clinic
stay at home and don’t be cynic,
Kill yourself because the news
Have blown us up with their reviews.