My window on the world full of hope

Oh! I sit here in isolation ’cos I’m a Crumblee, They labelled me in an at risk group, cos I am seventy-three. A few more months to go now, before we can all be free, I told my puppy to phone Boris, ’cos he wants a second pee.

Oh! I take all the precautions, cover my mouth and nose, Swiftly keep the safety distance, you’d think I was twinkle toes. Early mornings have been cold, my toes and fingers froze, Online shopping is nonexistent, I can’t get one of those.

No! Paracetamol to be had so my arthritis pings, I tried to phone the surgery, but the phone just rings and rings, So! I try to keep myself fit, watching telly keep-fit things, Dancing to our gorgeous Joe,

I spring! And dance! And sing!

No! Toilet rolls are to be had No! That is very rare. My mother would have told me, rip newspapers into square. I’ll invent some different recipes, each day a different fare, So! Jamie eat yer heart out, I’ll be cordon bleu, so there!

Oh! I decorate my window with a yellow smiley face, I’ve found so many things to do, I cannot keep up the pace, The housework it can go to hell, I give in with good grace, Put the vacuum in the cupboard, slam the door shut in its face.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, doin’ some colouring in, It didn’t turn out very well, so I put it in the bin. Books I’m writing should be finished, but the script is looking thin, I must sit at the computer, and then I can begin.

But! What comes out is this poem, it might make some people smile, Our isolation will not last, we can all bear it for a while, We appreciate our emergency services and those that go the extra mile, So be happy all you people that are on the at risk file.

Sandie Everard, Burford, Oxon.