Horrid Smears The W.H.O.
Another Dr. Seuss story ruined forever
Just before May, in the jughead of a fool
In the heat of a plague, in the buzzing press pool,
He was gnashing about, enjoying bully joys
When Horrid, ineloquent, heard a small noise.
So Horrid stopped gnashing, he looked to the sound
“That’s funny,” thought Horrid, “there’s no one around.”
“Actually, sir, we’re ALL here, squeaked a reporter
“That’s funny,” Horrid fumed, and his temper got shorter
As if millions of people were calling for help
But Horrid, too tone deaf, heard just a small yelp
“I alone can fix it, Super powerful!” he said
But the sound grew quiet, as more persons were dead
A few of those present, expecting answers and sanity
Forgot they were not favored, (like loyal Sean Hannity)
“What about containment, like in South Korea?”
Enraged Horrid responded with verbal diarrhea
He squinted to look, he snorted and scowled
For he met no disaster that could not be more befouled.
