His was an anticipated arrival
So there was no lack of what was needed to welcome him
But he was worn out on arrival
So named when he came
…for being of double double digits
Others listed him for opening up without limits
Others for his two two units
When he did arrive
He was still alive in his prime
When he did arrive
He lived up to all expectations
But in the middle of his arrival
Yes shortly after his arrival
He settled for a social melee
Speeches turned tribal
Old foes turned rivals
Targets turned trivial
All after holding out as a harbinger of destiny
His hand held the baton
…firmly
His right hand held the only right to pass on
…fairly
His hand held the baton to pass on
…finally
But his left hand pushed the button
…rather unfairly
None knew how; none knew when
But all wondered why
Never has there been another one
Before then; since then
Hers was a surprising visit
Surprising all to bits
A stranger in the midst of friends
When she did arrive
None knew what she hoped to do alive
What she came to see
Were friends without a flu
What she came to be
Was a flu without a clue
At first she was not a laughing stock
Neither taken for a bluffing plot
Then she was coughing
A new wave of coughing
Then she was not breathing
Just staring at the oxygen
So she was put in a coffin
The culprit she had been
For taking orders to bury others alive
For taking others for a ride alive
The culprit she had been
Born as Covid nineteen
Unveiled as a Culprit to have been
Dispatched as a Convict so mean
Inoculated as an end to a reign
Never has there been this one
No, not under this sun
