Tears before bedtime
And Tears before tea
Tiers before lockdown
Tiers- one, two, three.
Tears, it will all end in
And Tiers they will make
Tears on my face
And not Tiers on a cake.
Tears like raindrops
Tiers are rules
Tears for release
And Tiers for fools.
Tears show we love
Tiers – our cage
Tears make us fear
Tiers keep us ‘safe’
Tears are emotion
Tiers leave us cold
Tears of our youth
Tiers getting old
Tears with friends
Tiers alone.
Tears with lovers
Tiers- at home.
Prelockdown tension
Is too tight to mention
It doesn’t make me sore
I’ve been here before
We’ve all been here
We know the drill
But prelockdown tension
Is making me ill
Actually it’s not.
It’s quite okay
I’m thinking I’ll
Get through it
In the usual way
It’s all about compliance
It’s just like the first one
It’s not rocket science
It’s not a big con
And wash your hands of course
I know that you do
As England goes into
Lockdown Version 2
We know we won’t put up
much of a fight
As we all turn into pumpkins
At midnight.
We have become highwaymen and women
With our masks pulled tight
Over our nose and mouth
Now, we are in disguise
(But weren’t we always)
Wearing these things are either
An asthmatics nightmare
Or
A rapists delight
False smiles that don’t reach the eyes
Can be hidden
As well as manic grins
And angry little pouts
All of our foibles, now safely
Under that little piece of cloth
The opposite is also true
You can see
The twinkle in the eye
Of the genuine smile.
What’s the point of a shower
And smelling like a flower
And having scented power
Of a freshly washed bod?
What’s the point of a wash
When no-one gives a toss
It’s a load of bosh
When stinky flesh is quashed
Does a tree still sound
When it falls to the ground
And there’s no-one there to hear?
Well, the same surely goes
If there is no nose
To smell a rose
That might be there.
But, I’ll do it for myself
And my hygiene health
And the perfumed wealth
Of a non smelly self.
Won’t hang like a bum
Accumulating scum
Scrub it all new
And smell like morning dew.
We can mess around with mud
And wallow in the crud
We can do what we dare
‘Cos there’s no-one there to care
(As long as we wash our hands at the end of it)
Oh, but in these lazy days
Of Covid crazy haze
If these four walls could talk
They would surely squawk
But hey, I can go for a walk
ONCE A DAY!
Still, I think I’ll just Twitter
Forget about being fitter
I’d much rather be eating
‘Cos sanity is fleeting
And only minds are meeting
Just now.
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Things In My Head 