Its party time for clowns,
jumping around he laughs,
drinking long deep draughts,
while they giggle o’er jokes and their gaffes.
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Outside the folk stay in,
the rules for others thin,
no invitations in the nation
apart for the leading loon and his pally kin.
——
jostling and singing along,
playing games of ping pong
with the hearts of the nation.
Happy Christmas to us in Lockdown’s their song.
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I can’t get my medication
I can’t get my favourite snack
I can’t get my Christmas treat,
because it’s sold out and we will adjust to the lack.
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I am sitting in a cold room
‘cos gas is rare and dear,
I can’t visit my family ‘cos
that blasted mutating virulent virus is very near.
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The NHS is overwhelmed,
the waiting lists are long,
the staff tired and exhausted
busting their guts while no 10 revels along.
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You partied, you Brexited
and took your time to Lock
down. We pay in hungry kids,
cold houses and even toddlers toys are out of stock.
So, stop grinning and
face the facts that your
miserable acts and greedy
pacts are disastrous, derisory and break the law..
