The Devious Virus
A year has now past and we are not in
remission,
Instead we are stuck in an endless
confusion.
The virus is mutating; changing its
position,
Which all of us think is a cruel
imposition.
It’s causing our scientists to look at the
efficacy
Of the vaccine they’ve made with
amazing efficiency.
They’re testing with care, not acting
recklessly
Being confident the vaccine will protect
us endlessly.
The mutations develop in far distant
parts,
Then fly round the world like proverbial
darts,
They’re not at all welcome, these
wretched upstarts,
Let’s send them all packing on bomb
loaded carts!
Britain is ahead with the jabbing of
arms,
We all submit willingly, whilst keeping
quite calm ,
We do not have worries and certainly
no qualms,
As the needle is painless and works like
a charm.
Some twelve million Brits so far are
protected,
Though some turn their back; the
vaccine rejected.
Yet the vaccine is free and each is
selected
For this life-saving jab so they don’t get
infected.
So how can we get them to save their
own lives?
No good just shouting or brandishing
knives,
They must be persuaded (both
husbands and wives)
To do the right thing before performing
“high fives”.
Only then can we risk a contented big
smile,
And go out for lunch to a restaurant
with style,
Or take a long coach trip for mile upon
mile,
Whilst chatting to friends not seen for a
while.
Now Boris has proclaimed another new
rule
For people arriving by car, plane or
mule!
They must go in quarantine for fourteen
days full,
To a specified hotel ….and then pay the
bill.
So our borders are now closed like
never before,
Whenever folk land they will find a
closed door,
They’ll be treated like enemies (as if in a
war)
For none are now welcome, as that is
the law.
Let’s just stay positive while these days
remain dark,
It will help our morale and gives us a
spark,
Which in turn helps others who are still
apt to bark
That life in this crisis aint a walk in the
park!
How are You?
I asked my friend if she was well.
“Yes. I’m just fine, but weary, my gal”. I thought, “That’s me. That’s how I feel And the world seems weary in this
Winter chill.
Then my eye caught sight in a bleak
flower bed
A tiny snowdrop nodding its head.
Then a perky robin was singing his
praise
And a blackbird’s song ending the worst
of days.
Then the hope of Spring just filled my
mind,
“There’s hope in this for all mankind”. And hope there is in God’s Word so
clear
“I’m with you in this. I’m always near”. So let us together be of good cheer.
Heavenly Father,
May joy not desert us nor hope ever
cease to be our companion. Amen.