Contagious Corona
I'm so happy I could cry.
My eldest child has said goodbye.
To England and that silly Boris,
who mismanaged the threat to us.
She and her fiance caught the ferry.
I'm so pleased it makes me merry.
Here in the wilds of Donegal,
they can isolate until the fall.
That virus has us on our knees.
I'm begging God if you please.
Spare me and mine this awful plight.
I want to be a grandma, if I might.
The world has got so small in ways.
Really in a matter of days,
corona has spread far and wide.
Here's hoping we can turn the tide.
We are only human after all.
Our planet now seems so small.
May this help us put wars behind.
Small island, small planet, small mankind.
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