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March 26
A friend of mine told me, about a little bug,
I figured they meant, one that hides under my rug.
So imagine my surprise, when I heard on the news,
It’s invisible to all, and just ignores your views.
When Donald T blathered, Get out of USA! Or I’ll squash you with my heels.
The little bugger answered, I don’t do deals.
It dances in the air and gets snug in your lung,
If you don’t get it out, it’ll make you feel quite bung.
It’ll block up your nose and irritate your lips,
You really won’t believe what is does to cruise ships.
So cafes are out and you can’t front up to the pub,
Cos it’s on every surface, and therein lies the rub.
You have a seat, enjoy a drink, wave goodbye and leave
Only to find out later, its infected your sleeve.
Then you’ll have the splutters and be stuck in home detention,
Your family has to shop for you, and oh, I forgot to mention -
Don’t treat it lightly, especially if you’re short of breath,
Because that little bug is an omen of death.
March 26
Mary had a little lapseofjudgment
Mary had a little lamb, She took it to the market.
The place was overcrowded, She had nowhere to park’it.
It mingled with strange creatures, from so far and wide,
It started feeling funny, you know, on the inside.
The lamb baa’d, baa’d and baa’d, hoping Mary would come and get‘er
Then she’d be cared for and would soon be feeling better.
But Mary never came, as creatures around started falling,
The lamb imagined… I can hear someone calling.
Yes, the big ram in the sky, with pointing finger said:
You, and you, and you, it’s your turn to be dead.
A friend of mine told me, about a little bug,
I figured they meant, one that hides under my rug.
So imagine my surprise, when I heard on the news,
It’s invisible to all, and just ignores your views.
When Donald T blathered, Get out of USA! Or I’ll squash you with my heels.
The little bugger answered, I don’t do deals.
It dances in the air and gets snug in your lung,
If you don’t get it out, it’ll make you feel quite bung.
It’ll block up your nose and irritate your lips,
You really won’t believe what is does to cruise ships.
So cafes are out and you can’t front up to the pub,
Cos it’s on every surface, and therein lies the rub.
You have a seat, enjoy a drink, wave goodbye and leave
Only to find out later, its infected your sleeve.
Then you’ll have the splutters and be stuck in home detention,
Your family has to shop for you, and oh, I forgot to mention -
Don’t treat it lightly, especially if you’re short of breath,
Because that little bug is an omen of death.
March 26
Mary had a little lapseofjudgment
Mary had a little lamb, She took it to the market.
The place was overcrowded, She had nowhere to park’it.
It mingled with strange creatures, from so far and wide,
It started feeling funny, you know, on the inside.
The lamb baa’d, baa’d and baa’d, hoping Mary would come and get‘er
Then she’d be cared for and would soon be feeling better.
But Mary never came, as creatures around started falling,
The lamb imagined… I can hear someone calling.
Yes, the big ram in the sky, with pointing finger said:
You, and you, and you, it’s your turn to be dead.