Andrew Guild, Croydon South
The Corona was a virus,
The Corona was a pain,
The Corona was a problem
I wouldn’t want again
They stopped me from relaxing
In a café or a diner —
Due to a rotten bug
That came from out of China
I had to wear a mask
And go around all gloved,
— Avoiding all my family,
And the friends I loved
I’ve got loads of toilet paper,
Plus beans and rice beside —
Tho’ a virus roams the streets,
I’m nice and safe inside
So I’m dodging all the germs
And bugs which are microbic
— And I’m never going out,
’Cos now I’m agoraphobic!


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