Talk Of The Devil (Poetry)

Talk of the Devil
he popped round one day
dressed up in Prada
and bursting to say
‘A plague’s on the way!’

Father ignored him
Big Brother just laughed
sneered at the warning
said ‘Oh, there’s a draught —
do close the door aft’

Mother wrote letters
petitioned the Pope
the news full of gloom
while dangling hope —
hard cash for old rope

Concocting potions
white coats worked in labs
varying vaccines
made millions from jabs
each deal up for grabs

The ‘cure’ killed off more
than colds or the flu
the government shrugged
the Devil did, too
and partied on through