****** corona virus
What a waste of time
I have to miss my yoga session
And that’s just a crime
My husband works in the commons
Whilst I work as a lawyer
I am extremely extremely angry
The local Waitrose has no soya
My husband has missed his bowls game
And little Tarquin can’t play polo
As for the trip to the opera
It appears I’m going solo
Of course I won’t criticise the government
They keep us in good wealth
Maybe one point now though
Is what’s happening to our health
We probably won’t go to St Tropez
Did you know we’re from Surrey
I’ll just arrange a dinner party
After all we’ve got plenty of money

I’m loud I’m brash made of glass
Why do I act this way
Is it because I’m a bit naive
Or just confused everyday

I’m small I’m tall made to fall
Why do I feel this way
Is it because I listen around
And believe the words that they say

I’m up I’m down running around
Why do I hurt this way
Is it because my weak little mind
Deserts me come what may

I’m fun I’ve won I think I’m done
Why do I pretend this way
Is it because my other face
Makes me believe I’m doing okay

I’m in I’m out I need to shout
Why do I cry this way
Is it because my beating heart
Has died and gone away

I’m restless I’m mad my thoughts are sad
Why do I live this way
Is it because somewhere inside
My soul left me yesterday

The bees started fighting
Over what I just don’t know
One threw a sneaky punch
Then they all had a little go
Yellow and black in tandem
Buzzing round the bar
Stinging, punching and biting
Oh how very very bizarre
A glass went crash
A plate when whack
Mr Sting slumped to the floor
As the chair bounced of his back
The bee police were called in
All riot shields and batons of wood
To separate the warring gangs
As only they really could
They threw in the tear gas
And tasered many a bee
The trouble they dealt with in no time
And then home for some milk and honey

What song today my boy
Van halen or the Who
Which song do you believe
Really interests you
What about the Beatles
Or the Stones or Carole King
Which song in the world
Would to you happiness bring
Maybe you like the Smiths
Or a little bit of the Jam
One of these songs I’m playing
Must make you give a ****
What about Motorhead
Or the Eagles playing a rift
That beautiful country sound
Just makes you slowly drift
What about Black Sabbath
Or Led Zeppelin turned up high
The magic of Jimmy Page
Well he almost makes me cry
I’m going to have to face it
My music taste has been given a knock
Cause the only sound you seem to hear
Is the ticking of the kitchen clock

I’m trying to write a poem
But nothing seems to come
Nothing seems to interest me
And nothing that interests some
Every time I write a line
It’s gone within a second
Cause I just can’t get a thought
This is harder than I reckoned
I mean I don’t declare myself a poet
It’s more a past time game
But even in this early hour
This hobby is getting lame
I’m going to go to sleep now
And dream some unique dreams
Maybe I’ll find some inspiration
Cause the dreamworld is strange it seems
Then tomorrow I’ll be ready
To jot down something nice
Something that touches the soul
Something with a bit of spice
I’m not expecting miracles
I’m not expecting big things
I’d just like to have an idea
So let’s see what the morning brings

A couple of seconds in
She asked me what I thought
Of tutors who charged the earth
And I just said nothing
I’m self taught
She asked me about my father
And if we still got on
Did he admire my work
So I replied
To him I’m not a son
Then she asked me would I
Ever paint women in the ****
To which I laughed
Very loudly
Cause that’s a bit too rude
And finally she questioned my marriage
Was it on the rocks
Well put it this way
I said pretty lady
It never left the docks

Brush my teeth
Go to work
Come back home
Go berserk
Smash the plates
Kick the cat
Order food
I’m feeling fat
Watch the news
Death and despair
It’s de-ja-vu
I’m already there