Poem -

Covid

Covid

they are, rearing like
horses at the Grand National,
for the all singing and
dancing jab...
it's like a high society ball,
with the roll call,
for the vulnerable..
While I'm a non starter,
I wretch against the halter,
with my blinkers on..
White platelets tell me
to hide behind bushes,
and shadows..and don't
speak about it..
this jab er wocky do dar thingy
ma jig..whatever..it is.
White platelets are clever
little things.
they fight off infections.
and stuff, it's a ' job for life'
and I really don't want to
upset the equilibrium.
I have antibodies . 
although I don't recall
having the illness..
I want to keep my
home made antibodies..
and not introduce
'agency workers' to 
the closed system..
so I will resist..
hang back in the stalls..
and hope I'm missed

 

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Tony Taylor

This is BRILLIANTLY painted wordplay......using fantastic metaphors and powerfully true insight into the world of Covid!!.....,,Really, excellent work here PAULINE ~

                                          ~ "White platelets tell me
                                              To hide behind bushes,
                                              And shadows...and don't
                                              Speak about it...
                                              This jab er wocky do dar thingy
                                              Ma jig....whatever...it is
                                              White platelets are clever
                                              Little things...."

Fantastic wordplay my friend.....Love the Monty Python reference too.....ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!......well penned!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!....T xo  : )

                                  

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pauline codd

...it's a dodgy subject not having the jab....
thanks Tony..

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