Poem to a Virus

This was shared initially by Phill Hutchinson, but the poem is by Willie Sinclair, March 2020

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Tae a Virus Twa months ago, we didna ken,  yer name or ochtaboot ye But lots of things have changed since then, I really must salute ye Yer spreading rate is quite intense, yer feeding like a gannet Disruption caused, is so immense, ye’ve shaken oor wee planet. Corona used tae be a beer, they garnished it wae limes But noo it’s filled us a’ wi’ fear These days, are scary times. Nae shakinhawns, or peckin lips, it’s whit they a’ advise But scrub them weel, richttae the tips, that’s how we’ll a’ survive Just stay inside , the hoose, ye bide Nae sneakin  oot for strolls Just check the lavvy every hoor And stock-take, your, loo rolls Our holidays have been pit aff Noo that’s the Jet2 patter Pit oanyer thermals, have a laugh And paddle ‘ doon the waater ‘ Canary isles, no for a while Nae need for suntan cream And awe because o this wee bug We ken tae be..19 The boredom surely will set in, But have a read, or doodle Or plan yer menu for the month Wi 95 pot noodles. When these run oot, just look aboot A change, it would be nice We’ve beans and pasta By the ton and twenty stane o rice. So dinny think yell wipe us oot Aye true, a few have died Bubonic, bird flu, and Tb They came, they left, they tried Ye might be gallusnoo ma freen As ye jump fae cup tae cup But when we get oor vaccine made Yer number will be up. Willie Sinclair March 2020