uplifting were in this together type poem in the age of Covid 19

sorry I havnt written for a while but i have been camping out at the local anti 5G camp. As you will be aware the 5 gee gees of the apocalpse are circling and we are in dire straits like mark Noppler.

As you know i pride myself on being an inspirationl teacher and sage so it would be remit of me to not write an uplifting poem for the difficlut coronavirus times that we are living in. i also make top memes:

so without further ado hgere is my poem. i will give it a title when i have finished, im doing it spontaneously like autimatic writing and might channel John Lennon and prince.

Together In It

we are staying home for love 

alone sometimes like a fish in a glove

discompbobulated, the world is being de-populated

Nanas are having to learn about tech,

Grandads are saying "oh heck! this is a pain in the neck, I am sick of i-pads and taking all these tablets, 

I hate Big Pharma, 

but I love Nana 

and hope this bug wont harm her. 

WASH YOUR HANDS EVERYONE"

Grandad's an old charmer. 

Lets make him run upstairs dressed as a spiderman for charity.

Familes do zoom singalongs like they are Von Traps

the NHS locksmiths are getting weekly claps

everyone is making sourdough bread 

why is this?

I cant get flour.

some people want to go out

they dont beleive the hoax and they are having a shout

its a fucking liberty

fucking with our liberty

tra la la bibbety bibbety

i'm a bit bore dnow

BUT ARENT WE ALL! 

this is our time to stand tall

doing PE on youtube

making PPE with old yogurt pots and glue 

(ask me how)

we are a daily mosaic 

of internet mistakes

"Ha ha ha - he skyped the news in his pants"

we exclam and. "look at all those books!"

clever people everywhere with opinions and nostrils

If only everyone had some cabaret lounge curtains

but we didnt know this was coming!

or did we? 

jolly people cooking chips in their flat

randomers making a celebrity squares echoey orchestra 

singing a song along.

WHEN WILL IT END?

Where is Barrack Obama?

But one day when this is all over

we will bein the clover in the sunlit hinterlands

brass bands, children doing hand stands, happy nans

banging pans, no stay at home bans and home made flans, 

we'll all have sun tans, and smiley happy faces like we're in an advert for bran (based cereals) 

and we will say "What just happened?"

And i will reply.

It was the rapture my children.

but that will just be a joke because I'm mad me.

THE END.