Coronavirus - A Poem

If we meet and we mingle or mingle and meet, We can only take six people in from the street. Provided that is, they hold up in 3 houses. This becomes quite complex, for those with two spouses.

When you mingle, if single, then walk single file. Wear a mask, and your task, wear one that is in style. If you don't wait 3 dates, to debase your new lover, Don't go ass to mouth, you may never recover.

On Twitter get bitter at all of the tweets, Then smile with your eyes as you pass on streets. The papers have flavours of chip grease and war, While we all pick a side; Jedward or Jim Corr.

My friend has a friend who once found the purse, Of a woman whose sister once trained as a nurse. he said, that she said, that she said "it's all grand", So let's go with that, not these medical shams.

Wear a mask, shut the fuck up and follow the rules. Close pubs, Lockdown Dubs, safely get kids to school. Whatever the weather, we're better together, But Fuck Jim Corr, I'm Team Jedward forever.