No 278       December 20


This year has been so lousy,

Sometimes we all feel down,

We’re stuck at home and can’t go out,

Not even into town.


And even when we hit the shops,

When you finally get in,

Everybody’s miles apart,

And look like Dick Turpin.


I know that we’ve to keep apart,

But wouldn’t it be nice,

When possibly a friend walks by,

That we could recognise.


The masks are doing a good job,

And we’re all trying our best,

There’s people I don’t recognise,

And find this such a pest.


But sometimes I’ll see someone,

I’ve not seen all this year,

With the muffled words behind the mask,

I find them hard to hear.