Eggcentricity X...Plus Five Grimericks from "Highschool in the Time of Cholerona" by Hogmalion's Big Pig

Overheard at a local cafe,

where some kid heard some other kid say,

“Schools are closed for the year.

Now my homework is beer,

and my final exam’s MDA.”

As a senior, this totally sucks:

problematic, BIG time! Here’s the crux:

Sure, I’ve got time to kill,

and a season to fill,

but now what the hell good is this tux...?!

Of the COVID, I’m not scared a bit.

Nor of death, nor of any of it.

So, what tears me apart...?

What puts fear in my heart?

I’m afraid that I’m getting a zit!

The gym locker room...? One giant germ!

And school lunch...? Oh, God! Don’t make me squirm.

All day long the bells ring,

but I’ll tell you one thing:

Glad I took AP Hoarding last term.

Active shooter...? Quick! Lockdown the space!

A tornado...? Uh-h-h...shelter in place!

But the weirdest of all

comes from something so small:

I may die just from touching my face!

Eggcentric Third World:
Beggladesh