The New Normal

One metre plus,
Plus what? you may ask,
Well, extra hand washing
And wearing your mask.

Three feet in old money,
Plus two or three inches,
So tighten your mask
Round your nose till it pinches.

These big plastic screens
Are become the norm,
When you visit the pub
Go online for a form!

Whilst outside looks fine
For your own entertaining,
You best stay at home
If it looks like it’s raining.

Don’t face any strangers,
Their droplets may travel,
So keep at right angles
As guidelines unravel.

And don’t burst your bubbles,
This spreading must stop.
Six mates is best,
Or your bubble may pop.

At first we all thought,
This would soon go away,
But it looks like “new normal”
Is now here to stay.

A Tale of Midsummer

Midsummer’s Eve,
In the strangest of years.
When nightmarish creatures
Became our worst fears.

Threatened by demons,
Who flew through the air,
Locked in our towers
And filled with despair

We trusted our kingdom
To do the right thing
But nervously worried
Of what that might bring.

We missed all the magic
Of friends in hard times,
When sharing a hug became
One of life’s crimes.

We clapped for the Carers,
Our own fairy folk,
Whilst damming the asses,
Who thought it a joke.

Gargoyles and pixies were
Flouting the rules,
As darkness descended
On all of our schools.

What a tale we will tell,
On next Midsummer’s Eve,
Of this time in our lives
We can hardly believe.

Garden Party Invitation

We’re having a party!
Here are the plans,
Please bring a towel
For washing your hands.

We will be outside,
But you can use the loo,
Just don’t touch the woodwork,
Or door handles too.

No hugging or kissing,
You’re not in my bubble,
But if you get desperate,
There’s cushions to cuddle.

We’ll sit well apart,
I don’t mean to be rude,
But it’s probably safer
To bring your own food.

Typical, isn’t it?
Sunshine for weeks,
But now we can meet up,
It’s raining in sheets.

Still, this is progress,
And I’m longing to see,
My nearest and dearest
Up close in 3D.

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