We’ve all heard of Covidiot, The one that wouldn’t stay, The suggested two meters away. *** Well I give you Covhypocrite, The one who couldn’t stay, Home when they told us to. *** Some people are a stain, On the boxers of politics, And should be lost in the wash. *** But some stains are strong, Like our recent Covhypocrite, And require a long cycle. *** Some Covhypocrites were humble, And fell on their sward, While others just cycle on. *** Not caring for the damage, They have done, Or how it looks to everyone. *** But a Covhypocrite, Is just another form, Of Covidiot.
I’ve done it, I’ve crossed it, My finishing line, 26 Poems are written, Each a new line, The clock has been counting, And down went the time, 26 Poems were written, In 2.6 hours of time. *** Thank you for reading, My London Marathon, Please think of giving, To those in need.
That’s it, I’m on the home straight, My last leg, The Mall if you will. *** Although I’m not panting, Or have a strain on my knees, My brain is lagging, And my thoughts are on cheese. *** I am not athletic, If I run I would wheeze, But I can also say, These poems were not a breeze.
My time is almost up, And there isn’t much left to say, Thank you for running, My marathon with me. Before I close off, With the final two poems, Please let me take, Two moments of your time. There is a lot you can do, This fight needs you, Don’t be a covidiot, Don’t believe what’s not true. We need to do this together, Shoulder to shoulder, And remember the mantra, Stay Home, Stay Safe, Save Lives.
To some world leaders, This is a competition, A global pandemic, Being treated with local solutions. *** If this was a cancer, It would be like, Treating the source cells, And ignoring the spread site. *** Or in another way, If this was root rot, It would be cutting the roots, And forgetting the top. *** We have a global pandemic, With world leaders acting alone, What does that say, For the solutions going on?
Never has a walk, Sounded so exciting, As when you can call it, Government Sanctioned Exercise. *** It sounds like a task, Something you must do, For queen and country, And government too. *** So I take my leave, And bid you adieu, My time has come, To go walking for you.
Ever feel the weeks are becoming one? Five work days followed by two off days, But you can never remember which you are on. *** Today was a work day of that I am sure, But what type of day could tomorrow be, Another work day that I must endure? *** Living for the weekend has lost its meaning, I am now living for the two off days, That sit somewhere in between eating and sleeping.
Speaking of new words, One of my favourite, Has got to be Covidiot. Someone so nebulous, Or arrogant or deranged, Somehow thinks, Nothing has changed. Or the worst culprits, The ones in the masks, Arm length gloves, That happily barge past. These idiots are topped, By only the best, Someone so stupid, They’d go and suggest… The injection of cleaners, Or use of UV light, Without the knowledge, Or the foresight. A Covidiot of Covidiots, The cream of the crop, The orange one, With the unkempt mop.
Language is fun, Ever changing and evolving. New words are born, In the nebulous of the mind. Major events, Lead to the biggest births. We’ve seen Covid-19 and Covidiot, With an uptick in WFH, PPE and Infodemic.
Another walk? Really? Please give it a rest, All I want, Is to sleep in my bed. *** To dream of fetching, Without all the running, And to snore loudly, Throughout your meeting. *** I was walked by the boy, And now it’s the father, Next will be the mum, I can’t go any further. *** When will my humans, Go back to being out all day, So I can sleep, And let the day while away.
This war has fallen soldiers, Heros to all, Who gave their best, And lead to their fall. *** There are no words, That I can say, To take that pain, And spirit it away. *** But a thank you to them, For all that they gave, To keep me safe, And for all that they saved.
Who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? A man like you shows never to quit. You are an inspiration for many around, You have done the whole country very proud, And Happy Birthday when it comes, Thank you for your inspiration Captain Tom.
Can you believe the prices, Of a night at the movies, Got my popcorn for pennies, The ticket was free, I have Netflix to thank, For this movie, The audience is quiet, No one to shush, And best of all, I get to choose where I put my tush.
It all starts, With a knock at the door, Sir and Madam, Have you eaten here before? Why yes I have, Several times and more. Great to hear, You’ll know the score. There are loads in, We’ve just been to the store. Can I interest you in, Something to pour? Why yes you can, The bottle openers in the drawer, What I want to know, How did this waiter get in my door?
I’m staying in, No matter what. I’ll play my part, Whatever cost. I’ll sit with a book, And maybe a tea. Play a little game, Maybe two or three. I can polish the ornaments, And paint the doors. Get some time, Doing the chores. But whatever I do, One things true. I’m not going out, And so shouldn’t you.
List made, Mind set, Time to go, It’s shopping day. *** Milk? check, Cereal? yes, Household next, Wait a minute. *** Bleach? got, Pet shop, Soap? why not? What’ve I forgot? *** Loo roll, No go, Aisle clear, Nothing here. *** Oh no, Oh ho, Where’s all, The Loo Roll Gone?
Stay Home, Stay Safe, Save Lives, Feels like a mantra each night. *** That man at the box, Tells us to stop, And stay at home to save lives. *** We can each do our part, By staying apart, Stay Home, Stay Safe, Save Lives!
There are those tonight, Who have lost the fight, The enemy has won, And they are now gone. *** Light a candle, And remember the fallen, They may not be here, But let their memories go on. *** In thought, a wish or prayer, Keep them in your heart, And hold them always there.
The language of war, Has often been used, To describe the world, Throughout the news. *** But this is a war, That has no camo, The soldiers wear gowns, And carry masks not ammo. *** Here’s to the soldiers, In this unconventional war, Thank you for your bravery, We couldn’t ask you for more.
Who would have guessed, At their christmas meal, We’d be here in April, It seems so surreal. *** This time last year, We prepared to say, Good night to a decade, Asking what’s on the way. *** Now each day, Feels ever more humble, As we hope for good health, And keep fighting for normal.
Until fairly recently, I’d never hear said, The three letter acronym, That can bring, So much dread. *** There isn’t enough, And not the right type, It’s late to the depo, And now we have heard, It’s missed its flight. *** It’s not being used right, Or so we are told, There’s not stored, Or being made, Or being sold. *** So much fear, Can be conjured, From such a small phrase, PPE for the front line, No penny can be spared.