Poem a Day: 4

Nursery Rhyme for the New Plague
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

Ring around the rosie,
ashes, down we fall.
London Bridge is tumbling down.
Mirror on the wall:

I wish I may, I wish I might
see how my garden grows,
upstairs and downstairs
and a pocketful of rose.

Plague Doctor! Plague Doctor!
Whither shall I wander?
Only in your pumpkin shell
and to the gate. No further.

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