How can we call this a lockdown?
It’s a total cheap faux knockdown,
Only half way round the blockdown,
It’s another B J schlock down.
Everybody’s put the flags up,
It is good news week for a change.
Are we being sold a new pup?
Three vaccines at once? Is that strange?
I’ll be down the quacks, rolled up sleeve,
Waiting for me life saving jab,
I truly do want to believe,
I don’t wanna go to rehab.
I need to be sure that it’s safe,
Tested proper, know what I mean?
Like a lickle soldier I’m brave,
Push the plunger, get the stuff in.
The anti vax crew can get stuffed,
I want to hug my kids tightly.
This nightmare? We’ve all had enough.
Let’s all sleep sound again, nightly.
Chaos that follows this lock-down,
As people crowd onto the streets,
Shop for the ultimate knockdown,
Turn victories into defeats,
How long will it take to rollout?
Will the millions stand in line?
It’s gonna be very cold out,
Can we get it out there in time?
This feels like a long distance race,
We’re told that it will be world class,
What if it’s like test, track and trace?
Another BoJo special farce?
These worries, they spin round my brain,
As I watch these crises unfold,
Shall I go up London again?
Suddenly I feel very old.
At this late stage in the saga,
They’ve decided to test teachers,
Holding this mirror gets harder,
Can’t recognise all the features,
Key workers look very worried,
The leader still has his socks down,
This whole thing feels so hurried,
Once more it’s a botched up schlock down.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 20th November 2020.