Cough Covid

Oh, COVID, you wicked little beast, Spreading chaos from west to east, You came upon us with a sneeze, Bringing the world to its knees. No longer can we hug or kiss, For fear of catching your nasty mist, Our hands are dry from washing twice, While hoarding toilet paper, oh the price! Zoom calls have become our new friend, No pants below, just business on the top end, Unmuting accidentally, how we blush, As our pets interrupt with a toilet flush. Toilet paper shortages, oh what a fuss, As we stockpile rolls, making a fuss, But why, dear virus, are you so intent, On targeting just the precious toilet tent? We sanitize and scrub every surface, Thinking Lysol will rid us of your menace, But you mutate and change your shape, Like a villain, you escape our tape.