It took a biological threat to slow us down,
To makes us unhappy and to frown,
For suddenly hugs and kisses were banned,
And for viruses we were all scanned,
It hit loved ones hard when visits they could not make,
And no one could go to Uncle Ben’s wake,
The Politicians guffawed and said it would last a week,
Until Boris ended up in a heap,
A hospital stay and some time on a ventilator,
Gave him and Carrie some ideas,( of that a bit later)
Meanwhile we worried about what was going to happen,
It wasn’t that we had any hatches to batten,
All we had was advice and information was bitty,
Then we saw on telly Professor Chris Whitty,
He seemed to know a thing or two there wasn’t much he didn’t know,
That mad professor look was not for show
The vaccines were nearly ready ,
And everyone should keep their arms steady,
They needed volunteers to arm the stations,
There’d be plenty of oranges for practicing sessions,
Cooks cleaners anyone would do,
It’s like the War we need you!
So like lambs to the slaughter we made a leap,
It might bankrupt the Country but life wasn’t cheap,
And there the sad story ends I’m afraid,
From fear and isolation a plot was made,
Government Contracts galore were awarded,
To be honest it really got very sordid,
It didn’t matter if the PPE leaked,
Who would notice if the ventilator squeaked,
Boris and Carrie saw a golden egg,
They could retire to Greece with and not have to beg,
A contract here and a contract there,
Let’s face it we were screwed and were told ” Buyer Beware!”
Namaste and Thank You for Reading. 🙏
thenotsomightyom 