I really can't keep track at all
To tow the line we're forced to strive;
Are all my friends reduced to five?
The choice is hard, my circle's wide
How come so few can come inside
To have a chat, a drink or meal?
This situation is surreal!
The fuzz have got their work cut out
So many still the rules will flout
Keeping tabs on one and all
Is, let's face it, a tough call!
Will people sneak out late at night
To meet their friends and have a bite
Or rendezvous in lonely spot?
I know some who'll stir the pot!
Ingenious we have become
As the virus rules are rum
The world is in a fine old mess
Which no one knows how to address!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
Under the COVID pandemic, our social group was reduced to five ....
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