Now I Don’t pretend to be Gandhi or, Vera lyn
But, what a frigging state we’re in
We have to be strong and work together
No matter how bad, this stormy weather
It feels so alien, quite surreal
Tensions high, atmosphere you can feel
What’s with the obsession with toilet rolls?
Am I missing something? I haven’t been told?
Some will isolate, some, will not
We’re a right, rebellious, stubborn lot!
I’ll be honest, I don’t think they’ll contain
This horrible sneaky, Coronavirus strain
We’ve all had it too easy, all going our way
Not meaning to scaremonger - Have we had our day?
At the moment, no change and mainly hearsay
When does it become real? And we have to obey?
They say in a disaster - that every cloud?
Isn’t that because we’re English? and so very proud?
When we get over this - at the end of this plight
Will we see other people, in a different light?
I’d love to think, we all come out good
If we listen to Boris, then I think we should
So, until the all clear siren goes off
Remember the tissue when you cough 😷