Season of the Pandemic

We wash our hands and alcohol up

Never leave our house without backup

We walk our dogs, masks on our face

Look suspiciously at the whole human race.

No more travel, we work from home

No longer are we allowed to roam.

A grocery store, up and down the aisles

Follow the arrows, if you don’t no one smiles.

Six feet apart or two metres, you choose.

There is very few freedoms left for us to lose.

Hold your chin up, let a big breath out

The season of the pandemic will make you shout!