Restriction to your home is not
The worst kind of jail
You can still pretend to work
If you can access your email
But it’s easy to find reasons
To not be very cheerful
When it seems that you’re increasingly
Encouraged to be fearful
It’s appears that times are dark
And possibly quite bleak
It’s hard to know what month it is
Let alone what day or week
And when you venture out
It’s worse outside than in
Attempts to buy toilet paper
Always end in your chagrin
You try to stay upbeat
But optimism’s hard to sell
When the contents of the half-full glass
Have a funny smell
Brilliant James and put in such a delightful way. These are horrible times, and the sooner we are back to normal, the better. It is like being imprsoned in your own house flat whatever. Good luck James.
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Horrible times indeed. Hope you’re well.
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I made up my own story for the last verse. You should be ashamed of yourself!
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It was meant to be metaphorical but I realise it’s open to interpretation…
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I am abashed to admit mine was a mucky metaphorical meander!
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Fantastic last verse!
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Thanks 😊
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Whatever’s in the glass, drink it James. It can’t be that bad…
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Ah but then the glass would be empty…
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…but so easily fillable…
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