Like There’s No Tomorrow, When There Perfectly Is

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;

Turns out,
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—

Oh,
I see,
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!

And yet,
And yet,
Even in lockdown we’re always free to go shopping!

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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!

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