Keep your distance

He coughed and said excuse me

do you mind if I walk by

I looked at him as if to say

don't you just even try

this social distancing is one thing

but you, you've got a cough

you should be home sat on a couch

stuffed full of oxtail broth

not out here with this shopping

with us standing in a queue

do you want to go down with corona

become one of the many not the few

do you want to end up lying

with your toes up in the air

and all the family saying

it's really,,really nor fare

he looked at me quite sheepishly

said ,perhaps he hadn't better stop

then with keys held firmly in his hand

he locked the bleeding shop

This poem is about: 
Our world


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