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Coronaverse

More COVID-19 limericks to pass the idle springtime hours.

The symptoms of Covid are vague: / It may or may not bring an ague, / And your shortness of breath / Could mean imminent death. / It's a 21st-century plague.

My girlfriend, as long as I've known 'er, / Has been happiest being a loner. / Now the whole of the nation / Is in self-isolation, / She's desolate: my, my, Corona.

The uncommon girl’s name Corona is set to become even less common because of SARS-CoV-2. In recent weeks I’ve seen or heard the coronavirus being called Corona, the Corona, the Rona, and Covid, with or without the capitals.

Update, 4 May: A workshopper at the OEDILF pointed out that “ague” is pronounced AY-gyoo, which meant that I had to rewrite the first of these. (Turns out it’s one of those words I’d never heard pronounced. Well, maybe in a Shakespeare performance sometime, but it clearly didn’t register.) Fortunately, the rewrite turned out better than the original.

The symptoms of Covid are vague: you / Could possibly suffer an ague, / And shortness of breath / Could mean imminent death. / Knowing whether you've got it can plague you.

28 March 2020 · Events