A Pancake Supper poem (ahem): Pancake Supper is tonight; they be good, they be right. Pancake Supper tonight at nine; cinnamon rolls. (snap, snap, snap, snap)
This corona-virus-challenge thing where a person licks an object out in public, like a handrail. Um, no, as in no. Not even a kiss on the cheek for me. But thanks anyway.