Poetry of a pandemic
Why This Phrase Makes My Blood Boil!
Poor old Boris
Something approaching causing much dread.
Cobra meets missed were you out of your head?
Scientists worried…you, not a care in the world.
People would be dying and could not be held.
Poor old Boris.
Why didn’t you look to over the sea?
Realise mistakes would affect both you, them, and me.
Proudly announcing you shook hands today.
Then soon the country was in disarray.
Poor old Boris.
Locked down too late let the virus take hold.
For most only mild, no worries we were told.
The numbers were rising but why can’t you see.
The mistakes will affect both you, them, and me.
Poor old Boris.
Finally locked down but it was too little too late.
Still, at that point, we harbored no hate.
We were in it together, holding strong as a team.
Clapping for carers with delight and with glee.
Poor old Boris.
