The Decarone: Ten Activities & Thought Experiments to Occupy Our Minds as We Sit Self-quarantined Trying NOT to Think of the Coronavirus

Fund new research on Epirus --
though pluPyrrhic vict'ries tire us. 
     Muse upon the child of Jairus...?
Nope! Faith-healing shan't inspire us.
     Are these shards, in fact, Palmyra's...?
They're from Crete...? Our prof will fire us.
     Limn an image of Osiris

using red ink on papyrus.

     Tweet a tweet to Miley Cyrus

begging her some cash to wire us.

     Phone the mayor of Bucyrus.

Quiz him, “Can't Ohio hire us…?”

     Should Auntie Mame as Lady Iris

to an afterparty squire us…?

     Stephen King’s Dreamcatcher’s byrus:

what to think does such require us…?

     Brains – most brains --- display the gyrus.

No...? So: who're you callin' liar...? Us...?

     Putin -- or some other sly Rus --

shall with fake news soon enmire us.

One + Two (Bible Edition)

Pere, Fils, l’Esprit…?

Three bigshots in God.

Pere, Fils, l’Esprit:

two rockers, one mod.

     Pere, Fils, l’Esprit…?

The second’s a word.

The first plays his dad.
(The third bloke's a bird.)

     Next, Caspar, Melchior --
Balthazar, too.
Melchior, Caspar
and Balthazar...nu...?
     Balthazar, Caspar
(with Melchior): two
out of three Mr. Magus.
(One's Mr. Magoo.)

     Shem, Ham and Japheth.

You've known ‘em for years.

Shem, Ham and Japheth:

a shot and two beers.

     Shem, Ham and Japheth.

Like Hines, Hines and Dad,

the one lacking talents

the younger two had.

     Kez,' Keren-, Jemima.
Three daughters of Job.
Kez,' Keren-, Jemima:
pair'd cubes frame a globe.
     Kez,' Keren-, Jemima.
Two sharps and a flat.
(The third served as nanny...
and granny...and cat.*)

     * Old Aunt Jemima the 
minstrel-show character, 
(newer) Aunt Jemima the
food brand logo persona 
and Jemima the dancing 
feline in the Broadway
musical "Cats."

     Shadrach, Meshach
and Abednego -- chums
of the fiery furnace guy*:
one pipe, two drums.
     Meshach, Abednego...
Shadrach as well.
Notes Nebuchadnezzar,
''You're Jewish...? Do tell!"

     * The Biblical Daniel

'REAL' > 'FAKE': a New Wolaly as Winter Itinerary

     The wolaly or word ladder lyric is a poem 
whose form features units of a word ladder series 
set out in order and fleshed out in meter and rhyme.

You'd wend, from 'real' to 'fake,' your way...?
You'll snowmobile through 'reel.' You may
then hang a hairpin left at 'reek,'
concluding which 'tis 'peek' you'll seek.
    You'd, further, sneak a peek at 'perk'...?
You'll turn, Saint-Nick-like, "with a jerk,"
toboggan 'bout a mile, then 'park' --
no wiser way to leave your 'mark.'
    On one-horse sleigh you'll stray from there
(avoid the mustang, pick the 'mare'
if you'd be spared that extra 'fare')...
to brake at 'fake' -- no worse for wear.

SalonSpoon

CoronaV test kits! So: where are they, Don...?
Days grow dark. Help's "too little, too late."
Still, our toilet's a showplace for caption'd pop art 
scrawl'd in marker: loo tittle. (Loo Tate...?)
     Moral:
For a good time, call Melania.

Harbinger: Jude Anticipates Spring

MLB Spoon

“Bang the Drum Slowly”:

De Niro show'd range.

Sang the bum, drolly:

“A little spare change…?”

     Moral:

Take me out of the ball game.

StudSpoon

My kings beat your ladies.
Read 'em 'n' weep!
Victory gardens:
weed 'em...'n' reap!
     Moral:
Whose deal meal is it...?

McSpoon

Pan-global meme of Western Civ:

Chicken McNugget.

For Guinness, Cage and Jagger live:

Nick ‘n’ Mick chug it.

     Moral:

It’s good for you.

TeaSpoon

Choice early tea…? He’ll tell no lie.

His…? Bacon and eggs.

The tortured’s plea: “Just let me die.”

He’s achin’… and begs.

     Moral:

For me…? Decaf -- but just a half.

Spoon for the Holidays

Magi in threes…?

“I Saw Three Ships.”

You, George, view bees;

I, Shaw, see thrips.

     Moral:

GBS (more or less)

Spoomelier

My favorite red...?
A Cote du Rhone.
"Dear Roy,
     Drop dead!"
I wrote to Cohn.
     Moral:
Re wine: where's mine...?