Today there were hordes on the beach,
loudly coughing on all within reach.
Godzilla stomped out,
a mask on his snout
and an extra large bottle of bleach
If everyone lived in a bubble, I think we could save ourselves trouble. But when the air is spent, we can move to a tent
and laugh as we live amid rubble.
Mosquitoes and ticks are the pits,
And the louses with all of their nits.
But add a cheese sauce
And a flea from a horse
and you’ll know that this room ain’t the Ritz!
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