The Bliss of Isolation
The Bliss of Isolation
When the head of the nation
Said we need self-isolation
Well it was music to my ears
Because I finally had an excuse
To take my head out the noose
And not see her brother for a few beers.
His wife Marion is a moron
And Don’s a conclusion foregone
And she cooks worse than she sings
Don has no concept of life
That’s why he married his wife
And operates a forklift, amongst other things.
My wife had to make the call
And I let crocodile tears fall
But deep down the pleasure was great
She ummed and ahh’d on the phone
Finally, declaring, we won’t stay home
Then said we’re coming but we might be late
My heart was in my shoes
When she told me the news
And my plans lay in tatters upon the floor
Then I had a call from my niece
And told her that’s the police
Promising arrest if we stepped out the door.
Saturday would be bliss
Giving her brother a miss
There wasn’t a hint of anything going on
I was diplomatic but not rude
And said, ‘there’s a lot of food?’
She replied, ‘Well the extra's, for Marion and Don.’
David Cox 30/03/2020
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