Would I like a Corona?
A year ago, YES!
But that was before
We were all in this mess
Now we’re living confined
To our own home address
But then, things could be worse
I’m still alive, more or less
Things have recently changed
Now we’re stuck in our houses
With all of our pets and our
Children and spouses
We all just stand around
Like some sheep or some cowses
Fearing tiny little bugs
That are smaller than louses
This thing we can’t see
It has caused isolation
And has forced us all into
Spring-time hibernation
For this wee little thing
There is no medication
But this distancing requires
Some real dedication
A big part of the plan
Is to keep our hands clean
That’s not too big a problem
I’ve always been keen
Cleaner hands now, I think
You may never have seen
They belong on the cover
Of “Hands” magazine
We keep washing our hands
I’m a hand-washing fool now
And I don’t touch my face
Because that is the rule now
I know some of you think
That I’m just a big tool now
But the joke is on you
Because hygiene is cool now
Online you can place
All your household need orders
I’m stocking up now
On my lagers and porters
But leave me some TP
You panicking hoarders
What kind of incessant poopers
Do you have for boarders?
They say we’ll be safe
If we just stay alone
Far from friends and our kin
In a six-foot-wide zone
If we want to converse
Well, we each have a phone
On my face I have taken
To wearing a cone
I’m trying to stay healthy
Please excuse my insistence
I need a wide berth
You must maintain your distance
I’m guarding my turf now
With dogged persistence
Your attempts to intrude
Will be met with resistance
I’m minding my six feet
With vigor and verve
Defending this space
That I now must preserve
Why are you encroaching?
You must have some nerve
If you get any closer
I’ll flatten YOUR curve!
Dude! What are you doing?
Stay out of my bubble
You must give me my space
Or there just might be trouble
I don’t want to reduce
Your whole face into rubble
So politely back off now
Quick-time, on the double!
I said give me my six feet
You unthinking swine!
I am giving you yours
And you can’t give me mine?
Get away from me now
Must I draw you a line?
Just take two more steps backward
And then we’ll be fine
How I long for the days
When the traffic was slow
People all in my way
Everywhere I would go
These days they avoid me
Like the plague, don’t you know?
Will those bad days be back?
We can only hope so
My kitty’s not scared
It’s strange with that cat
She’s not worried by a virus
She sleeps where she sat
And the birds at the birdfeeder
Just getting fat
Don’t seem too concerned
Tell me, what’s up with that?
Premier League, where are you?
I miss you, I say
And my 4am meetings with you
On gameday
Now there are no weekly fixtures
No Wembley in May
For just one good derby
What wouldn’t I pay?
Are there any sports on?
Yeah! It’s ESPN8!
Dodgeball? On TV?
Wonderful. Great.
The Masters in autumn?
Now that’s a new date!
An odd-year Olympics?
We’ll just have to wait
So I read my dad’s book
That he’d just completed
It was full of advice
That, of course, I’d not heeded
But my unread-book stack
It has hardly receded
I should crack one book open
Each time that I’m seated
And thank god for Netflix
And those girls all from Derry
And the show’s one sane person
I can so relate, Gerry!
Just how do you put up
With Grandpa Joe and Mary?
And old Uncle Colm
Is he weird? I’d say “very”
We’re zooming, we’re skyping,
We’re facetiming too
Imagine 10 years ago
What would we do?
I chat with my siblings
Now that’s something new
And my kids and my parents
I could chat with you!
I’ve seen more of my niece
And my nephews of late
Than I’ve seen them in years
Now they don’t have to wait
To see cool Uncle Ednold
It’s now a weekly date
Their desire to see me
I’m sure I can’t sate
I even did Zumba
The class was online
No one saw me dancing
So it was just fine
I still ache from that dancing
Which is not a good sign
The next class I take
Will involve beer or wine
Mrs. Ednold is lucky
And I’m glad you’re home, honey
And you still have a job
We’re not yet out of money
Do you think you’ll still be here
When the weather’s real sunny?
Some strange things this April:
No egg hunt, no bunny
But millions are out of work
What will they do?
The have-nots list is growing
The haves are but few
Lots of people need help
There’s no end to that queue
I hope soon we can say
“Things are better, woohoo!”
What’s it like for the people
Who are still employed
At a job where they spend all day
Trying to avoid
All that sickness while having
Their bubble destroyed
By us people who need them?
I’d be quite annoyed
Something else bugs me
Some people are “essential”
As if some people aren’t
We should be penitential
I think everyone is
Or at least has potential
To be worthy of having
That self-same credential
And the sick call takes longer
Each day that I hear it
Will I one day be added?
I hope not, but I fear it
Keep that virus away
I don’t want to be near it
And when it’s finally died off
I will certainly cheer it
Talking heads on TV
With their endless dumb prattle
I could get better info
From goats or some cattle
They must tell us who’s winning
The global death battle
Who’s got more cases now?
New Orleans or Seattle?
Are we all really needing
Non-stop information
On the latest update
To some new regulation?
Common sense is the best thing
In plan formulation
To save those at risk
In our whole population
It bothers me, the blaming
“We should have been more prepared
If we just had more of this
Or of that, we’d be spared”
But all of the onus
Should really be shared
We knew it was coming
But back then, who cared?
Hey! We’ve just moved ahead
Of that one boot-shaped nation
USA’s #1
In this virus invasion!
We can’t really enjoy it
We can’t take a vacation
This win doesn’t come with
That winning sensation
But there’s an upside to being
Stuck here in this box
I’m now not wearing pants
Though I put on some socks
You don’t have to dress up
To avoid this new pox
And spending the day
In my undies, it rocks!
One more good thing, I guess:
We’re all using less gas
Now I only use some
When I’m mowing the grass
And I walk everywhere
I don’t need a bus pass
Since there’s nowhere to go
I just sit on my ass
We can look on the bright side
Some things are still good
And some things stand much better
Than they’ve ever stood
Our pollution is down
And I think that we could
Yes, I think that we should
We should keep looking out
For the ones who could use it
And when people are kind
Let’s try not to abuse it
If there’s something to say
Try not to fake-news it
Let’s keep thinking of others
Let’s try not to lose it
There’s sickness all over
In each hemisphere
So many have already lost
Someone dear
I may say silly things
But I want to be clear
I hope no one I know loses
Someone who’s near
To end this, my friends
Please let me just take
One moment in all
Of this rhyming and make
Just one final point
While you’re all still awake
Please take care of yourselves
Just for old Ednold’s sake