“Masks”(with apologies to Joyce Kilmer)

I think that I could never ask
A poem nicer than a mask
 
A mask against my visage prest
My nostrils ‘neath its pinching crest.
 
A mask that looks so fine all day,
And smothers mouth and nasal spray;
 
A mask I may all Summer wear
Concealing my gray goatee hair;
 
On whose expanse so clean and plain
Emblazoned is my county’s name.
 
“Combatting Covid’s” quite a task,
But only Palm Beach would mail a mask.