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Winter Noses

By John Bidgood March 2019

Have you ever heard a poem written about your nose?
That thing in the middle of your face, you use to smell a rose
It is a grand piece of equipment that you often use to sneeze
But when you get the flu & it starts running, it can bring you to
your knees
It gets full of goo & gunk& it`s often hard to breath
Push some Vicks up the nostril & your breathing it should ease
But as your nose keeps filling up a tissue you will grab
Your nose is running down your face, it is starting to look real bad
Then you give a cough or two& bring up a bit of rot
Spit it out on the ground & you start to feel real hot
Then back to the nose with a tissue as you give another blow
Going Shopping – That nose is working overtime, it is starting to really flow
So put the tissue in the pocket, a few sniffles are the go
Covid 2020 You try & do them nice & quiet, but you really want to blow
But that tissue is about all run out, it has just shrunk in size
And you wish you had brought a hanky, that would have been
I walked in by the fruit and veg, I found the food I need most wise
I then went down by meat and found the things to make a feed,
I turned the corner down the aisle, the cheese I had to choose, Yes, we have all had this predicament when winter it does come
It wasn’t what I wanted but it was one I could use, When our nose is starting to feel like it`s beating like a drum
All looking good, I grabbed a butter, didn’t have a prob, We will blow & sneeze for a while to clean the tubes all out
‘Cos this was just like normal shopping, just another job, But then the throat goes ticklish & you start wheezing out your snout
But then I started missing things, some things I couldn’t find, We have all had these little problems in life`s hard stony way
Some would make it hard on me, put me in a bind. So put a hanky in your pocket& vitamin c to keep the flu at bay
Asparagus is empty and I just can’t find baked beans, Then you should ring your boss & tell him it is man flu for sure
This really is quite scary, and I don’t know what it means, And when you can smell that rose again, you`ll be knocking on his door.
And now I can’t find sugar, there’s no flour on the shelf, © John Bidgood March 2019
It might be I’m not seeing and it might mean I need help,
The faces on the other shoppers really are quite dour,
No one’s looking friendly, it makes me want to cower.
I’m walking down the other aisles, looking for what I need,
I then see other trolleys overloaded, showing greed.
A lot of items I can’t find, the shelves are looking bare
There isn’t any toilet paper, tissues are not there,
The hand wash and the Dettol, seems I must have missed?
Perhaps I didn’t see them, perhaps now they don’t exist?
This really is confronting and I need to be aware.
That many of the things I need just simply are not there.
But that’s okay, I’m versatile, I guess I will adjust,
In these harsh times, for everyone, it really is a must.
And now I’ve reached the checkout and she asks if I have bags,
Of course I do, I put them out, then my demeanour sags,
It seems I missed the telly bit, it seems I’m not aware ,
I have to pack the bits myself, she gives me quite the stare,
Okay, I think, that’s quite okay, just how hard can this be? Just a Game of Cards.
It’s bloody hard to pack them right to keep the fruit all free,
And not squash all the other stuff, like ‘nanas, grapes and bread,
But I adapt, I get it done, I’m out the door, instead. It’s a new American Game,
Played by Millionaires,
It was a bad experience, with people stepping back, With 52 Cards in a Pack,
This bloody social distancing is like a bad attack, Dealt by Chance -(Who Cares?)
I don’t have the virus, have nothing I can spread, “Spades” are Led to start the Game
But I can understand, it’s safest, takes away the dread, As “Hearts” beat loud with Thumps,
Of catching something awful, something real and bad, “Clubs” all follow closely,
Of making many families, grim and very, very sad. But “Diamonds” Yes! are “TRUMPS!”.
But hey we’re lucky in this town, we don’t have any ill,
It shows we are obedient, it shows we have strong will. Skew Wiff.
© Cherelle Murphy
August 2020 eMuse 11