I’m all fed up uh uh uh ...

I Feel Mighty Real I feel - all fed up uh uh uh – I’m the real Slim lady shimmy shimmy shimmy shaky and lately fading of the shady flat – faddy daddy fuddy duddy housework GOD!

Wads of wipes easy wash for floors and ones for the tops – what’s it all for – no mop ‘cept on my head – why bother on Isolation Row - what's that about a furlough? - oh no ‘unprecedented’ – a new ‘let’s be clear’ – I feel like feel it’s Madness (they call it Madness) coming on!

Furlough? Oh got you - not furlongs cut as in a bough from a branch but off from work – we back at the ranch - the new Furl You Curfew Muthaflouter – broken like a bow down dominator meter - no fewer than two – {brace yourself} – race to chase face to face gatherers - a few flout - some doubt - will it do any good – wearing masks is the new hood - sowing deeds – pleasing needs – smoking weed – does it help – brother can you spare a spliff?

High Street faves cave – into administration – so roll on mega mega Primark mega mega shite thing

Return of the Spiv – black market bog rolls – astronomical hand gels – conspiracy theorists ring bells – poo pooers heads swell purporting it’s drivel – I’m going slightly mad ...

Said Fred – yeah Right(ly) said Fred yer did and so do we – wee weeing’s a new pastime – not using too much arse wipe – bog rollin’s bigtime – ain’t no sunshine now Bill’s gone – only bills for paying – no DWP relaying it’s parsimony!

Money Money Money – funny – the ones who got – they got it they got it – need breaks – take take take – love me or leave me but don’t make me broke – see -

UNPRECEDENTED President - DEMENTED TIMES THE PHRASE THE HYPE THE SOUNDBYTE THE TRITE USE IT – DESPITE VIEWS IT’S PARROTTY FASHIONED USE – for vicarious recluse – hiding in the Ridings – no roamin’ in the gloamin’ – we’re all locked up uh uh uh uh uh yeah yeah

But not if yer BoJo and his Low Jo’s – their Spring sprung in outta town boltholes – no lockdowns in high rise – it’s Chequers love – you say you had the virus I say you try to fool us – Bo-or-is – I think that’s enough! Well I now you looked real rough – tell us that you’re a tough Tory Toff! And We e e e e can’t bin thee off!

We sought him here we sought him there – we searched every Fridgidaire –is he in the City or a leafy dell = our damn elusive PMpernel

And he’s back he’s back as a matter of fact - back with a bang with a bish bash bosh – no tosh no piffle that’s our Pfieffel – fearful and careful – in your part as be-Cumming as Nosferatu’s rats – cats got the cream – wage slave fodder pervade your dreams of wipe out- ner ner ner ner ner ner ner .... herd us into Sleepwalk 19 Covid ner ner ner 19

This poem will be featured on an upcoming Magical Writers podcast… coming soon!

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Isolation Row // Wendy Young