What funny old times we’re living in
Sunburn and barbecues in spring
No teeth chattering no woolly hats in March
Sunshine wall to wall every day we rise
Winter in July
Gales lashing round our ears
Sending us scuttling for shelter
It’s a funny old world
Waiting with baited breath for news of the R rate
Hairdressers and barbers may be permitted
To open up!
Great burst of exuberant excitement
It’s a funny old world
Gardens flowers in sheer abundance
Raise their faces to the constant sunbeams
A fashion parade of crazy paving
Much admired on social media
It’s a funny old world
Magically dinners delivered
A welcome sight on all kinds of doorsteps
Locked in over indulgences expanding waistlines
Surfing the internet for something that fits
It’s a funny old world
A cheesy wave from
The neighbour two door over
I’ve lived beside him for many years
I’m amazed to find he knew my name all along
It’s a funny old world
Masks in place we venture out
It’s a changed world outside the house
Move on.
Don’t loiter
No Talking
No singing please
It’s a funny old world
Grumbling nostalgically
About the good old shopping days
When
Face to face toe to toe
We’d stand and have a
Good old natter without fearing
Pesky particles floating
Carrying little buggers of
Covit 19
It’s a funny old world
Slippery as eels with sanitizing dripping
Playing following the leader on the
Yellow starters’ line
Painted arrows anti-clack wise
No turning back for things you’ve forgotten
No touching allowed unless you purchase
The disembodied voice on the Tanoan thunders
What a funny old time we’re living in
Gemma Hill copyright 2020
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