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Sick Santa
social distancing scorned
masks impede his beard
visor scares the reindeer
spooking as he steered
medics shave his whiskers
off with red festive attire
reindeer pining for Santa
cough softly at their byre
tube down Santa's chimney
no more season's greetings
in a coma Christmas begets
few hale or hearty meetings
drones take Santa's place
icy pla...
Friday 25th December 2020 10:31 am
Ventilator Dreams
Like you I sped up the ropes like a monkey then
Breathless we
Made mincemeat of the pommel horse but
How I envied your physique!
So ashamed that I kept my vest on, afterwards
My matchstick legs hid in the shower.
Later I never put on an ounce or
Made a penny though
You grew rich and
Obese before the virus ran you down .
Today I heard they've put you
On a ventilato...
Thursday 7th May 2020 10:55 am
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