Sprinkler
It might have been a blast
It could have been such fun
But no-ones gonna reminisce
for twenty twenty-one
No sooner had we got around
To last years sausage rolls
The government decided it
would fill us full of holes
First we had to have a jab
To save our poor grandmother
But then we’re told we had to have
Another… then another
So this year I won’t raise a glass
To twenty twenty-two
I’ll sprinkle like a watering can
And, don’t laugh… so will you
Cos now we have a lot more holes
Than back when we were born
So make sure if you have a beer
You’re standing on your lawn
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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