Martin Slidel: CV-19

The rumble In the bungle The fumble Of the bumble The befuddle In the muddle The addle Of the raddled The baffle In the scrabble The babble Of the dabble The thunder In the blunder The dunder Of the chunder The cumber In the fumbler The lumber Of the slumber The "TIMBER!" In the forest The balder -dash of Boris. #Boris #WeAreTheVirus #CoronaVirus #BorisJohnson #StayAlert

Humanity blunders forth To continue the same as before Blood shall be swept With the dust of the saw To continue the same, the same As before. The market stalls The same as before Where’er meat is hung raw At home or abroad The same, the same, the same As before. Once they’ve kept score The same as before Every neighbour will bolt And then lock their front-doors The same, the same, the same As before. A drawbridge closes Above a moat A street is clear’d Of a herd of goats A four-by-four turns Onto the same road. Humanity blunders forth To continue the same as before Blood shall be swept To the step of each door To continue the same, the same As before. Photo:  nationalgeographic.co.uk/science-and-technology/2020/04/wet-markets-likely-launched-coronavirus-heres-what-you-need-know Watch:  youtube.com/watch?v=sHBBOcHXojI&feature=emb_title

Fear instils An apprehension Puts our lives Into suspension Where the meek Will take the rap Where “some will fall "through the gap” (According to Mr Rishi Sunak) Whilst pulling at Every string To make us say Whate’er they think To make us think Whate’er they say For truth can keep For another day For truth can weep If not parcelled away Where truth is sold Without fees on eBay The moneyed elite Illuminating the way As unbidden to its fate The world will listen (To Mr Bill Gates) Whilst pulling at Each heart string Whilst clipping at Each caged bird’s wing We are herded Into their trap We are sat Inside their laps You feel your grip Loose on the railing You feel “that there "have been failings” In a handcart we Are going to Hell You strain to see Who’s at the helm (None other than Ms Priti Patel) Whilst we may leave All this behind us The truth remains We are the virus Though prices hike Though living blind Though we dislike Whate’er we find We dare not ...

Boris, I’m no judge But Boris, I fear My heart goes ‘thud’ ’Cause you’re as clear, My dear, as mud And Boris, you’re A bit of a dud. #Boris #BorisJohnson