Category: Coronavirus Poems

Lockdown in a shoe

Lockdown is tough

if you live in a shoe

with this many children

and nothing to do.

 

 

Kiss them and feed them;

stuff them with broth

But when they are bored

that will not be enough.

 

 

Father’s on furlough

but no help at all.

They don’t have a garden

can’t kick a ball.

 

 

We can exercise outside

but just once a day

with strangers all glowering

‘Keep out the way’.

 

 

No sitting down

or enjoying the sun.

No open space

for the children to run.

 

 

As for home schooling

that’s kind of rough

with this many people

to concentrate’s tough.

 

Lockdown is hard

if you’re stuck in a shoe.

You’ve a nice house

so it’s ok for you.

 

‘A pause in the normal

rare peace and quiet’?

That’s ok for you

but our house is a riot.

 

Stuff them, feed them

fill them with bread

TV, the sofa

then pack them to bed.

Old Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard

and found that she’d run out out of stores

but what with the virus

we don’t like folk round us

and aren’t keen on shopping and queues.

 

Old Mother Hubbard tried online shopping

to see if they’d come to her door

but she’d lost the habit

and they’d too much traffic

and needed her custom no more.

 

So old Mother Hubbard

with her empty cupboard

knew that she must join the queue.

They kept social distance

‘twas all a performance

but what can a poor woman do?

 

A man in a mask helped her with the task

and somehow got all of it bagged..

It would need her attention

and much disinfection

then loading of shelves till they sagged.

 

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard

and saw that she’d everything there

She had tins for all seasons,

food beyond reason

and happily loo rolls to spare.

Wee Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie 

runs through the town

making sure the town folk

are all locked down.

 

Rapping on the windows

tapping on the doors

telling all the town folk

they’re better off at home.

 

Wee Willie Winkie

goes out once a day

keeps socially distant

well out people’s way.

 

Wee Willie Winkie

didn’t used to run

but now it’s in the guidance

doesn’t everyone?

 

Willie sees the townsfolk

going two by two.

He tuts and frowns

and sucks his gums

and frets about the rules.

 

Some folks break them

get the rules wrong

but Wee Willie Winkie

never thinks he’s one.

Jack and Jill both got ill

 

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Jack went off got a cough, Jill came tumbling after.

 

 

 

Jack and Jill both got ill

were pale and chill all over

Jack went off and caught a cough

And Jill came tumbling after.

 

Up Jack got and home did trot

to social isolation

he could not see his mother in law

which was some consolation.

 

It’s worse than flu and does for you

Whatever they might tell you

But thank God for the NHS

and all the ventilators.

 

The moral thus is stay at home

in case you catch it later.

Wash your hands and stay apart

or you’ll end up as data.

Rapunzel

In the town of Corona, 

locked up in her tower

I plead with Rapunzel 

to let down her hair.

 

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

your hair is so long,

we’re socially distanced;

how can it be wrong?

 

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

It’s two metres long,

potentially longer,

so thick and so strong.

 

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

I could wear a mask.

Just let your hair down.

Is it too much to ask?

 

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

I’ll go round the bend?

They’ve furloughed us princes

Where will this all end?

 

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

I could take the test?

Or should we just FaceTime

perhaps that is best?

Lockdown in Narnia

 

Is going through the wardrobe

allowed in lockdown rules?

Will it still be winter there

and will the frost be cruel?

 

If on the road you met a faun

could you talk to him?

Could you catch the virus there

or are the chances slim?

 

If it’s always winter there

when will lockdown end?

If you met an evil witch

would distancing offend?

 

Would she offer evil treats

a really easy cure?

And do they count the numbers there?

Is someone keeping score?

 

Could PPE save Aslan

or must the lion die?

Can clapping bring him back again

or is that just a lie?

Shoplifting Down!

We can’t let up on lockdown

It’s helping to fight crime

The incidence of shoplifting

the lowest of all time.

Shutting all the shops up

Has really done the job

And no footie hooligans

Or loud unruly mobs.

They’ve put an end to bar fights

By closing all the pubs

Loving all the numbers

Except, perhaps, the deaths.

So focus on the good news

And don’t make too much fuss

It’s pretty hard for criminals

And not just all of us.

Disinfectant

Seems we found an answer

To that virus thing

It wasn’t like the medics knew

What do experts bring?

 

 

Bleach and disinfectant

Ought to do the trick

Flush the sickness out of you

Hit it with a stick.

 

 

Ask a snake oil doctor

If you want the truth

No use over thinking

Answers on the hoof.

 

 

Have you thought of sunlight?

Fresh air, open doors?

What’s the use of doctors

When you’re in the wars?

 

 

Inject with disinfectant

Stick it in your arm

Forget the manufacturers

What could be the harm?

 

 

You can’t think I was serious?

Who’d be such a fool?

That’d be ridiculous

Fake news, over-ruled.

Football’s Coming Home

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Breaking news, announcement

English Premier League

The season is resuming

But things will have to change.

 

They’ll bring in social distancing

You can’t go near opponents.

If you dare to come too close

They’ll fall and get a foul

 

There’s penalties for sneezes

And if you dare to cough

The ref will have a red card out

You’ll have to go straight off!

 

You can not pass the half way line

For inessential travel.

If you’re near the other goal

You’ll have to wear a mask.

All spectators will be banned

They’ll have to watch from home

Chanting at their own four walls

‘You’ll never walk alone.’

Adam’s Locked in Eden

IMG_7051Lockdown must be hard if you are in a flat with no outside space but sitting in my garden it feels like there are worse places to be. Most people in UK accept the lockdown, even if they are getting bored with it and, if anything , are critical of the government for not introducing it earlier. But it’s not the same everywhere I gather….

 

Poor Adam’s locked in Eden

It really isn’t fair.

A whole world to explore out there

It’s all too much to bear.

 

Eve just wants to go shopping

The snake says it’s ok.

‘Surely it’s not so bad honey?’

What’s a guy to say?

 

Sure God know’s what’s best for us

To be safe and sound at home

But he didn’t make us wise enough

To know we shouldn’t roam.

 

We can’t cope with peace and quiet

The birdsong gets us down

We don’t care what you say’s out there

Folk just want to hit town.

 

We don’t care about the virus

Or who might get it off us.

We don’t care about the other folk

We just care about us.

 

God made paradise perfect

But then gave us free will.

Creation breathes a sigh of relief

That we’re in lockdown still.

 

You have to let us out God

We’ve got so much to do

The world will be a total mess

Creation’s poking through.