Lockdown Passion Poem by Phil Soar
Lockdown Passion
Where is the passion, now we stay at home
Twenty four seven, we're never alone
You'd think there'd be time, for a moment of bliss
But now we don't fondle, or steal a quick kiss
There's fear in the intimate things that we do
In case something's lurking inside me or you
The only thing left is to dream of the day
That the Government say we can now have it away
Thursday, May 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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