Masks
Lazy Limericks
I
If we’d known in hindsight
About those who would fight
Wearing some fabric
Then neuropsychiatric
Help would have staved off spite
II
There’s just one design flaw
With masks that I abhor
Chapstick applied
Gets swept aside
Leaving lovely lips sore
III
Masks really aren’t death knells
At least, if your breath smells
A little perfume
Means mouth plumes
Don’t have you walking on eggshells