A poem about Lockdown, but not at home...
LOCKDOWN
Lockdown for you means staying at home
Sitting quietly on your own
For me it is a different game
Evicted from home not quite the same.
Carted off into the night
Where we going?
This ain’t right.
Eventually a posh hotel
Our new accommodation
We must spend two weeks here
Stuck in isolation.
The food is cold
Not fit to eat
Fruit juice everyday
All right in the summertime
But winter not the way
Oh for a cup of tea!
No towels, no bedding, nothing to wear
We’ve sorted some of those
But the thing that’s really missing
We don’t have no clean clothes
Stop moaning Fred
Another week to go
Then back to normal
Return to what we know.
Why we’re here don’t have a clue
Tested before we came
Two days ago they popped round
To test us all again
All of us proved negative
But still we can’t go home
Let us go back to a proper life
And leave us well alone.
