Another Quarantine Poem - To My Crush

I call these my Dr. Fauci masks - button-down on one side, a little fun on the other

I adore you, Dr. Fauci;

Come sit with me on my couchy
And speak sweet words of immunology.
Whisper how you whipped Swine Flu,
SARS, MERS and Ebola, too;

Now, solve Covid while I serve you snacks and tea

Because I believe you, Dr. Fauci
Though you have made some people grouchy
Just as you did researching HIV.
“Too slow!” They cried, “There’s people dying”
But you wisely kept on trying,
Reducing AIDS and changing history.

And still they fuss in this pandemic,

(It's folks who aren’t so academic - 

Do you think they passed high school biology?)

They see the issue black and whitely

(Googling “viruses” and reading slightly)

And put no faith in your advanced degree.

“A hoax!” “No masks!” I hear them cry,

Each one quite willing to deny

The Covid facts you so succinctly present;

“CO2 breath” and rights, Constitutional,

Their arguments counterrevolutional

To an illness you KNOW they could prevent.

Dr. Fauci, how I miss you,
I would never contradict you
If I were the seated President.
Like Reagan right through to Obama,
I’d be your ever-listening mama
And flatten curves to your heart's content.

I’d never make you touch your face
Or bow your head in sheer disgrace
By saying things both stupid and untrue;
I know you are the voice of reason;
Truth-telling is no cause for treason

(Hey!  That just might be my new tattoo!)

And when they ink it on my arm,

I'll think on your smart sexy charm

And give thanks that you always will hold sway

With science, facts, your impish shrug;

I dream someday we share a hug

That's closer than the cursed six feet away.  

Peace