Is this the winter without end
That never quite begun?
Corona, Ciara, Denis, Jorge
It’s really not much fun.
Panic, hoarding, daily warning
We’ll hourly update
Social distance boosts resistance
“You must self isolate”.
Hand gel, masks, stockpile, The Scream.
Sanitise each day.
And should you even dare to try
a Chinese takeaway?
The Army out there in the streets,
locking us all down?
Get out, right now, get out and play
’Case soon you can’t leave town.
We’ll breathe a sigh when it’s all through
But now it’s such a thing.
Hold tight, and hope and pray it stops –
And to survival cling;
Will you outlast the wind and rain
that seems will never cease?
Nor let the virus scythe you down
To feel Spring sunshine’s peace?