Casting a Pall...Over the Season of Fall

The timing was bad, and the lighting was harsh.
at the senior complex right next to a marsh.
Almost gone are the leaves,
one of my Autumn pet peeves...
and as Goofy might say..."O my garsh!"

According to my paperback rhyming book, guess how many words rhyme with harsh? 1, just one. Marsh. I felt bad about pulling out the quote from the friend of Mickey Mouse, but...garsh...I had to somehow stick...the terrible limerick.

The senior complex is right next to "The Tree" (Dollar Tree) where Lisa was inside searching for some candy bars for our s-i-l Doug. He has covid, and we made him some chicken soup and cornbread. But...there will be no Almond Joy...for the sickly covid boy.