Poem

There’s a bug they call the Covid That’s striking far and near. It fills our lungs and hospitals And fills our mind with fear. It’s a nasty little bugger We don’t know where it is, It strikes unseen and silent It’s put us in a tizz. Streets are empty, shops are closed Lockdown for a month, at least. Stay inside your “bubble” We have to kill the beast. Scary as the Covid is

It’s not the worst, I find.

I fear not disease itself But the effect upon the mind. Panic-buying toilet rolls It really is absurd. Hoarding hurts the weaker ones In our little Kiwi herd. Covid may take my business My income and my health. It will not take my inner peace That is my one true wealth. So, c’mon Kiwis, give a damn New Zealand is now shut. Let’s stay inside and chill And kick this bastard’s butt!