There were two gents of Verona
Who decided to ski in Carezza
Because they were dry
Some drink they did buy
And came home with a case of Corona
A student of Latin named David
Was learning some poetry by Ovid
He got a fever or ague
It wasn't the plague
But a new type of illness called Covid
An intrepid young tourist named Dan
Travelled the world in a van
He got a memento
In each place he went to
Guess what he brought home from Wuhan?
A virus is stalking the lands
That attacks people’s lungs and their glands
No tablets can kill it
But you still can prevent it
If you follow the rule to "wash hands."
A fertile young pair from Skibbereen
Isolating from the virus have been
In each other's arms.
They're avoiding all harms
But their offspring now number 19
There was a young fella called Pat,
In a restaurant was offered roast rat,
He didn't fancy that,
Or even grilled cat,
But opted instead for baked bat.
Covid19 is a virus
That causes a terrible illness
So it won't desolate
We must isolate
I must say its a pain in the anus.
Covid's a new type of virus
Whose illness is particularly vicious
We must stay at home
Not able to roam
It looks like we'll be indoors till Christmas
Advice from the Top
A president far far away
Was heard on the TV to say,
Stay out in the sun,
Shine a light up your bum
Inject Dettol and you'll be okay
I’m alright Jack, gave myself a clap on the back, Jack,
Cause this Covid19 lark, can’t stop me from a walk in the park.
You see, I’m not cocooned yet, I’ve still some time to go.
Bet you thought I was, or was it that you just didn’t know?
Age is just a number, even during this pandemic,
Notwithstanding that mask wearing has become an epidemic.
Yeah, sure we’re all living in strange times these days.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, maybe it’s just a phase.
However, the weather has been wonderful, for sure,
Blue skies, birds singing, and the air is pure.
My garden has become my second home, birds fed,
My kitchen is shining like a cat’s eye under a bed.
Alas, there is sadness all around, for families and friends
As the clutches of this vicious Covid, does not make amends.
So stay apart, keep safe, and abide by the rules.
It’s better to be six feet apart, than to act as human mules.
Your respiratory etiquette,
You’d better not forget,
Next time you take the bus to town,
Or else they’ll hunt you down.
God forbid you ever sneeze
In a crowded place.
It’s hard to imagine,
Such a living disgrace.
Keep your distance,
At all times,
And always sanitise.
I know a man who touched his head.
In minutes he was dead.
I listen to the fridge.
I hope I’m not too late,
That the ham hasn’t passed
Its sell by date.
Each day I watch
The CNN News,
To gather together conflicting views;
The anchors so perfect,
Their teeth and their hair,
But you ask yourself,
If they really care.
They look in the mirror,
And love what they see.
It’s half past three,
And they’re back on at four,
I think I’ll sweep the kitchen floor.
Through the sitting room wall,
I hear a loud snore.
The TESCO van arrived today,
All clatter and bangs.
Now it’s gone away.
Just me in my garage,
My gloves and my spray.
All the tins of this,
And packets of that,
So strangely arrayed,
On a black plastic mat.
The car in the driveway,
The battery flat?
The raider was masked,
Like everyone else in the shop,
But his trainers were almost unique.
They caught him next day.
Now his prospects are bleak.
When Covid has Vanished
When Covid has vanished, and we all get together,
I'm planning a Party, in nice sunny weather.
The Bar B Q sizzling, with steaks by the score.
And those who'd like seconds, well then just ask for more.
Yes, we've all learned a lesson: our need of each other.
A son or a daughter, a sister or mother.
Sometimes when we get a warning like this.
Then families gather, turns tears into Bliss
Tommy O Brien
Oh Spring that glorious time of year,
When life bursts all around.
And trees with boughs awaiting there,
With buds just newly found.
And winter is behind us now,
Forgotten like a dream,
This weightless gift of season.
So peaceful so serene.
The daffodils and tulip all
Adorn their rightful place.
Magnolia and the primrose
Remind us of His grace.
The fields all lush and daisied too,
Young calves and lambs abound,
On hillside and in valleys green
They prance on fertile ground.
The blackbird and red robin
Join in the merry dance,
Their singing seems much sweeter,
And the cuckoo too perchance.
Oh season bright and cheerful,
Your richness, thrills, excites.
We welcome you with open arms.
Fulfils our heart’s delights.
Tommy O Brien