The Mon in the Queue

I met a mon in the queue at the local shap He was tall, he was friendly, quite a pleasant chap. We stood six foot apart, havin’ a bostin’ chat About someone in China who et an uncooked bat.

He said the lad had symptoms like a cuff and the flu But I doe know how it started, I just want it ter goo.

Then we got spakin’ about the NHS And how we’re all proud that they’m doin’ their best.

He said ‘Yo gooin’ ter clap fer em at eight ternight?’ I said ‘Ar! Me, the wench an’ the babby, yo’ve gorrit right.’ We then looked at our watches, it was twenty to fower.

I day think the queue could’ve gone any slower. We’d bin waitin’ in line for over an hour He said, ‘the missus onny wanted a small bag o’ flour.’ I loffed it off and said, ‘Well that ay essential.’ He said ‘It’s Covid 19, the world has gone mental.’ ‘Me missus thinks ’er’s the next Mary Berry While I sit drinkin’ and gettin’ quite merry.

Me ode mon’s got this app, I think it’s called Zoom Onny for family quiz nights, Well that’s what I assume.

We’ve got masks for clobber so we doe spray our spit. And wehn the boozers closed, Well I thought that was it.

But I must admit, it ay all bin bad. Spendin’ time with the family and the fun that we’ve had. I’ve even got fitter to get rid of this gut Using my daily exercise for a run down the cut.’

Then he finished off by saying something that is true. The one thing together that we all must do ... Stay in, stay um, and help save lives So those in need have chance to survive.

And with that it was time to say ‘Tarah, I must goo.’ As I waved my goodbye to the mon in the queue.