Two metres, they said — It’s not a long way
But a gap big enough to keep Covid at bay.
In Britain we’ve taken that gap in our stride
In shops we wait patiently, on pavements veer wide.
Isolation is trying and jobs are at stake
For those scraping by, it’s a bloody tough break
But exclude we must if the curve is to flatten
Ignore medical advice, then god knows what might happen.
Two weeks of isolation, and we’re in a new normal
We queue with good spacing, all ordered and formal
But then a new threat joined in the fun.
We hit the weekend, and out came the sun.
With blue skies aplenty and inclement weather
All mindfulness evaporated, which wasn’t so clever
Like irrational lemmings we bolted outside
And cos it’s like June, brought our friends for the ride.
Despite heavy warnings and more deaths every day
Folk got together in the sunshine to play
Laughter and drinking and kisses and hugs
Which would be just fine — without the viral superbug.
What could be the reason? Is everyone suicidal?
Or just blinkered by summer’s early arrival?
Whatever the cause, it’s pretty dumb
To risk people’s lives for some fun in the sun.
From picnics to piss ups across the whole land
The parks overflowing, Corona be damned
It’s odd when at stake is the sum of all fears
One burst of nice weather, all sense disappears.
For Doctors and Nurses who are grafting for you
Just stay indoors, only leave if you have to.
You can stay two metres apart without even trying
A little distance doesn’t hurt — and it’s more fun than dying.