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Let’s all drink to the lockdown
A poem by Jan Beaumont
I'm normally a social girl We didn't mind the change of pace
I love to meet my mates Because our lives were full
But lately with the virus here But to bury us before we're dead
We can't go out the gates. Is like a red rag to a bull!

You see, we are the 'oldies' now So here you find me stuck inside
we need to stay inside For 4 weeks, maybe more
If they haven't seen us for a while I finally found myself again.
They'll think we've upped and died. Then I had to close the door!

They'll never know the things we did It didn't really bother me
Before we got this old I'd while away the hour
There wasn't any Facebook I'd bake for all the family
So not everything was told. But I've got no bloody flour!
We may seem sweet old ladies Now Netflix is just wonderful
Who would never be uncouth I like a gutsy thriller
But we grew up in the 60s - I'm swooning over Idris
If you only knew the truth! Or some random sexy killer.
There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll At least I've got a stash of booze
The pill and miniskirts For when I'm being idle
We smoked, we drank, we partied There's wine and whiskey, even gin
And were quite outrageous flirts. If I'm feeling suicidal!
Then we settled down, got married So, let's all drink to lockdown
And turned into someone's mum, To recovery and health
Somebody's wife, then nana, And hope this bloody virus
Who on earth did we become? Doesn't decimate our wealth.

We'll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I'm not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!

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