Reasons to hate COVID, Part 3

What's that? I should write a poem in the style of the great Lord Upminster (Ian Dury) himself instead of cleaning? OK I'll have a go ...

Lockdown is imposed, everything is closed, come near me you'll get hosed!

At home on your bum.

Jobs have to go, running out of dough, feeling rather low.

I'll Skype me Mum.

Movement has been banned, holidays have been canned, can't see your Nan,

Limited supermarket lines.

Loo-roll's stockpiled, people getting riled, divorces to be filed,

Police handing out fines.

Hands must not be dirty, feeling rather shirty, can't get home delivery,

Gloves to go outside.

Queueing down at Asda, running out of pasta, grow your own is faster,

Kids playing on slides.

No more noise from planes, can't hear any trains, feet take the strain,

The sound of birds.

Mind the two metre gap, every Thursday there's a clap, I'll have another nap,

Government's daily words.

Schools are closed to studies, kids at home with families, online with their buddies,

Ain't no GCSEs.

No footy on the box, all the stadiums are locked, the Olympics have been blocked,

Can't get no PPEs.

You really can't go out, should be no one about, rules you shouldn't flout,

People out in parks.

Limited COVID tests, carers do their best, nurses get no rest,

we're out of face masks.

Go out on me bike, you aren't allowed to hike, I know that alright!

Car battery is dead.

The curve we will flatten, the hatches down we'll batten, stuck at home we'll soon fatten,

We're out of bread.

Deep cleaning all your shopping, to the High Street there's no popping, no signs of it stopping,

PM is in intensive care.

You really must behave, but beers with mates we crave, prevent a second wave!

Face months of unruly hair.