Three Poems for the Self-Isolated

Who Lives Where?
There's Bungalow Bill, who lives over the hill,
Then there's Pat, in her high rise flat,
There's Annette, in her wee Maisonette,
Then there's Ken, in his wee but'n'ben,
Then there's Jermone, in his old care home,
There's Dan, in his static caravan,
Oh, and my very best friend, in her gable end!
I'm sorry I can't see you now,
I'm afraid I can't see you later,
I won't see you in the coming months,
Unfortunately, I've become a self-isolator!

Dance Away
Dance away the virus,
Dance away the blues,
Dance away the virus,
Put on your dancing shoes!

By Tam Laidlaw

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