Yesterday was traumatising,
For noise outside my window,
I slowly awoke, and lay in fear,
At footsteps clip-clopping,
Car doors slamming,
And engines revving like there’s no tomorrow;
That expression was perfectly-apt,
For I waited until late at night,
Before going to the supermarket…
And what did I find?
Lots of shelves suddenly looking sparse!
Lots of staff frantically working fast—
It was all panic-buying ready for the lockdown from Thursday!
Like eating sweet-and-sour pork…
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry,
Whenever the nutcases have been out in force!
Even in lockdown we’re always free to go shopping!
At least today is wonderfully-silent,
Much quieter than usual,
Could it be, a sign of peace to come?
Oh bring it on, bring it on!