The Twelve Days of Christmas

12 Days of Christmas

 

On the first day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the second day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the Third day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the fourth day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the fifth day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Five weeks of lockdown

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the sixth day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Six months of furlough

Five weeks of lockdown

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the seventh day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Seven days of briefings

Six months of furlough

Five weeks of lockdown

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the eighth day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Eight tenths of wages

Seven days of briefings

Six months of furlough

Five weeks of lockdown

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the ninth day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Nine birthdays cancelled

Eight tenths of wages

Seven days of briefings

Six months of furlough

Five weeks of lockdown

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the tenth day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Ten o clock chuck out

Nine birthdays cancelled

Eight tenths of wages

Seven days of briefings

Six months of furlough

Five weeks of lockdown

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the eleventh day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Eleven months of rent arrears

Ten o clock chuck out

Nine birthdays cancelled

Eight tenths of wages

Seven days of briefings

Six months of furlough

Five weeks of lockdown

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

On the twelfth day of Christmas

Bojo gave to me

Twelve years of debt

Eleven months of rent arrears

Ten o clock chuck out

Nine birthdays cancelled

Eight tenths of wages

Seven days of briefings

Six months of furlough

Five weeks of lockdown

Four experts fighting

Hands, face & space,

Two metre distance and

Fear of a virus

Spreading rapidly.

 

Health warning. Don't play the audio unless you can stand the quavering voice of a tone deaf old man recording on a dodgy app.

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Paul Sayer

Tue 24th Nov 2020 10:30

I feel so sad for the families of the future.

What chance do the youngsters possibly have of buying a property and raising a family?

If you are lucky enough to have a job the tax rates will go up, as will the cost of living. The fuel costs the green tax that will come to pass. The end of the internal combustion engine.

Things will never return to 'how they used to be'

Agenda 21 is a given as is global unrest.

Lets just enjoy what time we have left.

I for one intend to stop reading into their not so hidden agenda any more.

Hearing Prince Charles speech (in German) the other day about 'The Great Reset' was truly chilling.

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julie callaghan

Tue 24th Nov 2020 09:18

This poem made me smile, but I won't be singing along until December is here😀

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Malpoet

Tue 24th Nov 2020 09:04

Thanks Paul

Quite right. I don't think I've got twelve years, but on the other hand, being retired I don't face the burdens of this mess as younger people will.

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Paul Sayer

Mon 23rd Nov 2020 23:19

Twelve years of debt... That's a life sentence for an oldie like me... and thee!

Great poem Malpoet, put it to music, I can think of a tune that would fit.

Paul.

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