POETRY CORNER

Stage Three – Padlocked

Today is June fourteen,

Boris has made a speech.

Covid cases are rising

Stage four is out of reach. He wanted to free restrictions, And let the economy recover, But the virus changed direction Just like our British weather!

So now stage three stays put,

For a week or four at least,

While many more arms are jabbed To protect them from this beast. We pray no more mutations Throw a spanner in the works, To ruin our best intentions

And deprive us again of perks.

So here we are still hampered, With businesses in despair, We certainly don’t feel pampered, More inclined to tear our hair ! Stage four is now postponed,

And all of us must lump it,

Covid keeps on spreading,

And we can’t find ways to dump it.

So on we grind with tedium

Whilst trying to remain quite stoic,

We’ll put our best foot forward

And pretend that we’re heroic.

But we mustn’t forget the main fact, That this disease has passed us by,

Give grateful thanks to the Lord for this, And heave a collective sigh….

Lorna Minton

Zooming

I’m going to a meeting at Two this

afternoon

But I’m not going out, you know, I’m

staying in my room,

Everyone attending will be doing just

like me

And we’ll enjoy each other’s company

until it’s time for tea.

I don’t know how this Zoom thing works I just do what I’m told.

I register my name on line and then

receive a code

And, when the given time comes round, I go into Zoom mode.

My iPad screen the tells me, “Wait. The

host will let you in”.

Then faces on my screen appear

And I give them all a grin!!

If you’ve not been “a’Zooming” yet, well,

I think it’s time you should

For meeting up with folk this way does

one a world of good.

Jim Horsnell

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