It’s a few years since I’ve penned a sonnet. However, in the isolation of a West Yorkshire dining room, this evening I felt moved to quill prose about the prevailing shenanigans surrounding the COVID-19 pandemic:-
SONNET TO COVID
Indiscriminate pathogen, agenda stark
Rendering us hermits, unless we roam park
Enough already, you’ve made toxic mark
Existence jeopardy, including ex-footballer Frank Clark
Enforced social distancing, your legacy benefaction
Crowd gathering bans depriving us of sporting action
We’ll defeat you eventually with any luck
Aaaargh, I’ve just stubbed my toe and it hurts like … erm…. heck
COVID-19 our public spirit will prevail, be of no doubt
Despite bereft of movie theatre visits, cos we can’t go out
Akin to our global cousins, including the kraut
We’re mindful to practise caution when acquiring tickets from a tout
The adage claims the best things in life are free
I posit, though, the best thing is life is being free
Of course, some may potentially disagree
Regardless, though, hopefully in December we’ll be rocking around Xmas tree!