Travel restrictions, don’t make my day
I must be creative, having only 5k
A walk on the pier
That I value so dear
Tangy air to breathe, by deep blue bay

The virus aimed, and did hardly miss
Cost a heavy price, with no hug or kiss
We will prevail
To tell the tale
Of being with loved ones, oh what bliss
Up. up and away...
Just got the news, that a good friend is sick
The virus came silently, and hit him quick
Always first to assist
He’ll fight and resist
To beat this menace, now Come on, Mick!
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We were dancing in the moonlight, when the news came through
Don’t believe a word, said someone, but our mood was blue
No more boy in town
The sun goes down
Hey, turn up the music, and do anything you want to
Dedicated to Phil Lynott who sadly left us on 4th January 1986
A bumping of elbows, done with a smile
Long time, no see, but it’s all worthwhile
To meet in the flesh
Much better than texts
We laugh out loud, and walk a friendly mile
The rain is falling, it’s hard and cold
New Year is coming, better than old
Let it ease the pain
Some normality again
To this recurring dream, I firmly hold
H ave a good one, the best that you can
A break is needed, by every woman and man
P eace and love y’all
P lease do not fall
Y es, and stay focused, that must be the plan
Into the light
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Christmas is coming, but not as before
The virus has hurt, right to the core
Stay strong and true
We must get through
To better times, for us to explore
The best Christmas gift, there’s ever been
A working drug, to beat C-nineteen
Let’s get this done
So that everyone
Can be thankful for, the new vaccine
A writer of letters, was St Patrick’s famed Dean
And of poetry, pamphlets, you know what I mean
His Letter from a Drapier
Like the blade of a rapier
Cut to the bone, as he vented his spleen
His most famous work was Gulliver’s Travels
To Lilliput, Laputa and many, crazy hassles
The Yahoos were crude
Oh how he was screwed
Gotta go now, can’t be somebody’s vassal
Late in his life, Frideric Handel came to find
Musicians and singers, of a very special kind
His Messiah was a treat
Swift tapping his feet
At the feast of music, for body and mind
Writing clever satire, now there’s the rub
None better however, than A Tale of a Tub
Stylistically inventive
Now, please be attentive
For after all is considered, he’s a real Dub!
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Dedicated to Jonathan Swift who was born on 30th November 1667
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