How many times d’you wash your hands a day?
Between twelve and twenty I’d have to say,
Never been so soft, like a baby’s bum,
So one good reason for not feeling glum.
The four horsemen have smiles on their faces,
Sunning themselves in all the best places
As they scatter the crowds standing too near
On the beach, outside pubs or shopping for beer.
Plenty to do while you’re residing at home,
Read a book, clean the loo – or write a poem;
Watch TV if you must, though the news sucks
For me, I’d rather be feeding the ducks.
Learn a language, decorate the spare room,
Teach your children well, watch your flowers bloom;
Catalogue your DVD collection
Or make more time for quiet reflection.
No better time to heed Jean Paul Sartre’s quote,
Hell is other people he wisely wrote;
So if you venture outdoors, please keep clear
Of others if you hold your loved ones dear.
We must mind the call for self-isolation
If we have any chance to save this nation;
But if you’re sad at missing your hugging,
We’ve sent packing the virus of chugging.
Tony Quarrington 