January 2026

S M T W T F S
     123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Monday, January 22nd, 2024 08:21 pm
A COVID LOCKDOWN POEM Author unknown

I won’t arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
I’ll sanitise the doorknob and make a cup of tea.-
I won’t go down to the sea again; I won’t go out at all,
I’ll wander lonely as a cloud from the kitchen to the hall.
There’s a green-eyed yellow monster to the North of Kathmandu
But I shan’t be seeing him just yet, and nor, I think will you.
While the dawn comes up like thunder on the road to Mandalay
I’ll make my bit of supper and eat it off a tray.
I shall not speed my bonnie boat across the sea to Skye,
Or take the rolling English road from Birmingham to Rye.
About the woodland, just right now, I am not free to go
To see the Keep Out posters or the cherry hung with snow
And no, I won’t be travelling much, within the realms of gold,
Or get me to Milford Haven. All that’s been put on hold.
Give me your hands, I shan’t request, albeit we are friends
Nor come within a mile of you, until this shit show ends.


I thought it rather funny, and I wish I'd found it sooner.
Tags:
Monday, January 22nd, 2024 09:36 pm (UTC)
Heh. An amusing multipastiche!
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2024 02:08 am (UTC)
I've never seen this before either - it's true and sadly hilarious.
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2024 02:34 am (UTC)
It truly captures the spirit of those times. Beautifully wry.
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2024 09:21 am (UTC)
That is wonderful
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2024 08:06 pm (UTC)
Brilliant!
Wednesday, January 24th, 2024 06:15 am (UTC)
That's delightful. :D