2 thoughts on “Life is a Corona Cabaret, Old Chum”

1. Found on a UK website….

   ‘Twas the night before Lockdown, when all through the house
   Not a creature was isolating, not even a mouse;
   The face masks were thrown by the chimney in piles,
   And even St. Nicholas was out on the tiles;
   The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
   While parents in pubs were all off their heads;
   But mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
   Had just settled to listen to Boris talk crap,
   When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
   I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
   When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
   But the eggheads from SAGE and eight tiny brain-deer,
   With a little bald driver whose eyes were so slitty,
   I knew in a moment he must be Chris Whitty.
   More rapid than eagles his minions they came,
   And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
   “Now, Tester! now, Tracer! now Starmer and Testkitzen!
   On, Vomet! on, Covid! on, Wuhan and Witzend!
   So up to the housetop the demons they flew
   With the sleigh full of masks, and sanitiser too—
   And then he arrived, rather late, in an Uber-
   Matt Hancock, or perhaps it was Lieutenant Gruber?
   Down the chimney they came with a wham and a bam
   And the fat one got stuck, it was Jonathan Van Tam
   They counted my household and sized up my bubble
   But when they went in the bathroom, I knew there’d be trouble
   For a thousand bog rolls were hoarded and hid
   And the thought police fined me five hundred quid.

   Enjoy

2. Money makes the world go down, New World go round,
   that multi-culty sound, that multi-culty sound!

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