I’m…so dry…I’m ebbing,
When’s…he coming…back…?
We don’t think he’s going to make it,
It was just…too far…π;
Pass us…another bottle…
Of sanitiser…
πͺ
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Thoughts, experiences and learnings in a turbulent time
I’m…so dry…I’m ebbing,
When’s…he coming…back…?
We don’t think he’s going to make it,
It was just…too far…π;
Pass us…another bottle…
Of sanitiser…
πͺ
I thought you would be sleeping.
Funny poem. LOL
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Me too!!!! Me goddamned too ππ . The universe had other ideas.
LOL thanks! π. I wrote this because I went to the supermarket to buy hand soap (because I’m genuinely running out for normal purposes), and I had to ask one of the staff where the hand soap is…I just couldn’t find it! She looked sooo weary to be asked that question, and instinctively told me there’s no hand-gel left, and pointed to where the soap NORMALLY is…
βAll the soap had gone too π
βImplying that all those people don’t NORMALLY wash their hands!?!?
βHow the hell are soap and hand sanitiser your priorities in an apocalypse? π€£π
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The one good thing about this situation is that everyone will wash their hands, as they should. If you can’t get hold of soap, Robin, tea tree oil also has antibacterial properties. I know your poem was dark humour, but are you feeling concerned? I continue to use hand sanitiser, as I have done for years, but in every other way, I am carrying on as normal.
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