The Idiomatic State of the World – In a Figure of Speech

The world population shaken clean,
WHO cries wolf with Covid Nineteen.
Mission impossible to heal, they cry,
If ever to reach the pie in the sky.
Healing a virus with a comical twist
Straight from the horse’s mouth the gist.
Trump drops the WHO like a hot potato,
Tells Gates the ball is in your court - bro.
Are we barking up the wrong tree,
Or beating around the bush are we
Going the whole nine yards for sure,
Cutting corners in search of a cure?

When I was thinking about writing a poem for a publication in view, I wondered if I could conjure up a light rhyming piece that explained the world’s current gloomy state with the use of a few idioms.

Well, this poem, in Rhyming Free Form, is the result. I invite writers and beginners to have a go at writing such a poem, no matter what form, no matter how long or how short. Send them to me at my email address,, and I will review and report back. I will publish the top three in this chronicle in time to come.


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