Ode to Coronavirus by PAM AYRES
Anyone remember the poetress Pam Ayres? Well, she's 73 and still going strong. This is her latest ode to coronavirus...
I'm normally a social girl
I love to meet
my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can't go out the gates.
You see, we are the 'oldies' now
We need to stay inside
If they
haven't seen us for a while
They'll think we've upped and died.
They'll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There
wasn't any Facebook
So not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew
up in the 60s -
If you only knew the truth!
There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We
smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone's mum,
Somebody's wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?
We didn't mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But
to bury us before we're dead
Is like a red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For four weeks, maybe more
I
finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!
It didn’t really bother me
I'd while away the hour
I'd bake for all
the family
But I've got no flaming flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I'm swooning
over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I've got a stash of booze
For when I'm being idle
There's
wine and whiskey, even gin
If I'm feeling suicidal!
So let's all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this
awful virus
Doesn't decimate our wealth.
We'll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just
hoping I'm not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!