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