Poem -

Sad Times.

I have got the tier 3 blues.
Theres nothing but food stores and social distancing queues.
No pubs barbers restaurants or clothes shops opening.
Christ with this pandemic i am not coping.
When will it end.
It is sending me round the bloody bend.
Wash your hands that's all they say.
I wash mine ten times every bloody day.
Wear a mask.
Christ i find doing that a hard sweaty task.
Yes i have got the pandemic blues.
All i see is closed down shops and long bloody queues.
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