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When it is time to come out of lockdown.
Some will be looking for a showdown,
Others will only want the lowdown.

Some will not fit though their doors,
Others will need something to hold up their draws.

Some will come out widows,
Others will have only just sneaked back through windows.

Some will be looking for a joint,
Others will no longer see the point.

Some will be in search of tasty desserts,
Others will get their just desserts.

Some will be mad,
Others will be glad.

Some will have learned to walk,
Others will not want to talk.

Some will feel rich,
Others will think life is a ?

Some will look you up,
Others will remain stuck up.

Some will be kind,
Others out of their mind.

Some will be well read,
Others will be out of bread.

Some will have papered over the cracks,
Others will have not taken off their Mack's.

Some will be allergic to sunlight,
Others will have seen the light.

Some will have beaten the blues,
Others will have run out of clues.

Some will suffer from bed sores,
Others will be heading for distant shores.

Some will look to blame,
Others will have had enough of that game.

Some will come out cooks,
Others will only have their good looks.

Some will be putting out welcome mats,
Others will be still holding bats.

Some will bemoan the cost,
Others happy to see a frost.

Some will have learned to tie knots,
Others will come out in cots.

Some will play fair,
Others will have no hair.

Some will have learned their lesson,
Others will be heading to prison.

Some will get mail,
Others will be in need of bail.

Those coming out of lockdown will have quite a thirst,
If we don't see their feet first.

Those coming out of lockdown alive,
Without exception, will never forget those who supplied honey
  to those trapped inside a hive.





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