An 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!