Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2020
Drinking coffee underwater,
It don't taste like it ought ta

Now running low on salt and pepper,
Not allowed out until someone lets her

Waiting for the lawman to fire that starting gun,
Locked inside to make our own fun

In 9 months we really could have a baby boom,
Locked together for 12 weeks, stuck in the same room

Nothing on the telly that can resemble a decent sport,
The kids at home now all being self taught

Lets get over this blip and laugh it off in due time,
As most of us will live, with just the unfortunate that die

People in the aisles all fighting over soap and bog rolls,
Who ever thought a dump would take its toll

But come on people, it's not hard to stay inside,
Batten down the hatches on a scale called nationwide

We'll all have stories to tell on how we survived,
Now let's all just get our heads down and stay alive!

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
74
   jordan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems