Corona, corona
I don’t want to know ya
But you’ve taken over the news
And they cancelled my cruise
Followed by gym, swim and yoga
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Beach closed
I love a good swim at dawn
But ‘Rona means the chance is gone
Instead I’m working from home in pjs
Munching donuts with pink glaze
And staring at my togs n cap forlorn
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Surplus dreaming
Thanks Scomo, for trying
You could’ve continued lying
I’m sure you vomited in your mouth
As your beloved surplus went south
And money went to peeps known for bludging
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Early pessimism
Ronny went to Bondi and caught COVID19
Now his alveoli are full of fluid, with no air in between
He went to a GP without N95
Looks like the medical workforce will take a nosedive
And we’ll watch the deaths clock up on our screen
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Working from home (1)
Oh copper wire NBN
Will you come back on again?
My report is due in 24hours
And my colleagues are getting rather sour
NBN, NBN when will the dropout end
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Working from home (2)
Work in my dressing gown, why not?
An icecream for lunch, as it’s getting hot?
A post prandial nap.
A cat on my lap.
It’s nice in my lair, is it not?
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…6 months later
Why must I brush my hair?
Choosing outfits leaves me in despair
Must I talk to people face to face
And make for the train in haste?
Why must I emerge from my lair?
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The COVID19 Warp
Scomo jumps to the left
Jacinda’s pay has a big cleft
Boris’s out of ICU just in time
Trudeau does a dodge, kept his nine
Isn’t Trump so much better than the rest?
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It’s the COVID19 warp
China is to blame, I thought
Coz Italy just had bad luck
US has Trump so they’ll combust
Jump to the left, though we must contort
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It’s the COVID19 warp
Let’s not do this again.
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Cosy Cabin Comedy (with Asian Aunty)
An onion by the door
Words with friends, when friends no more
Jazzercise to Boccelli
Can’t escape crazy relis
Cozy cabin comedy, hear us roar
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NCIS to inspire us
Lots of tea will kill the virus
Sitting leads to pressure sores
Many words with friends, but can’t score
Cozy cabin comedy cozy cabin crush
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A marble-less malady
It’s COVID19 and I can’t stop limericking
It’s like Tourette’s, I’m ticcing
Do you know the cure?
Initially the malady had some allure,
But prose and sleep are much less taxing
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4 Previous Presidents
4 previous presidents all named John
4 prescients who are never wrong
4 preening ponies, in perfect braids
Always rewarded for their escapades
4 powersick pustules, whose harms go on
We will burst you one by one.
Kateaaastrophe 