Spring In The Time Of Coronavirus Poem by Alan Sandham
Spring In The Time Of Coronavirus
This is that time that ferns unfurl,
Stems straighten, leaves uncurl,
A time of joy for Boy and Girl,
But, is it, now, in Lockdown?
It doesn't need to be a damper,
Pack that heavy picnic hamper,
And, if your household's all your space to scamper,
You need only power down.
Cast a scarlet rug
Across the room, and feeling smug
Have your party here at home and snug,
In a proper antivirus showdown.
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