Isolating with Sir John Betjeman
When faced with any crisis we should always be prepared
To take the right precautions ‘gainst the threat.
So I’m locking doors and windows and I’m isolating now
For that pesky virus hasn’t got me yet. I’ve found a bar of lifebuoy and some wet wipes in a box
There’s fairy liquid somewhere ‘neath the sink
With that double pack of Andrex on the airing cupboard shelf
That should be enough ‘til summer, I would think.
The fridge is rather empty though the freezer’s nearly full
With gluten-free puff-pastry, kale and bread
There’s some kippers in there too, but I think they’re out of date
So I’ll have to raid the biscuit tin instead. I’ve got a plate of nachos and a bowl of salsa dip
And I’ve made some milky cocoa in a mug
I’m putting on my onesie-the purple fleecy one,
With the heating turned to twenty, I’ll be snug.
I’m recumbent on the sofa with some hobnobs and a gin
For I couldn’t find a single thing to cook There’s not much on the tele apart from more repeats
So I’ll settle down and try to read a book. I want a book of poetry, I’m thinking something light
For I need to raise my spirits at this time. I’m avoiding T.S.Eliot, and Larkins far too dour,
I’m just yearning for some Betjemanic rhyme With Betjeman it’s sense of place that really draws you in
Be it urban sprawl or craggy mountain peak
As the rhythm of his poetry paints pictures in my head
I’ll just relax and let the master speak. So though I’m isolating, staying in and all alone
Within a house that’s locked at every exit A daily dose of Betjeman should keep my spirits up
And at least I’ve now forgotten about Brexit