Carrying on ......... This road sweeper gloomily pushed his barrow Through the streets, wide or narrow Keeping an eye out For treasures ,no doubt ( to keep the shape Granny) Which he'll grab with the speed of an arrow!
My water but has slipped off its stand And my own butt just seems to expand! My knickers may burst But what would be worst Would be the contents to flood over the land!
But for exercise I just can't enthuse I'll sit on the couch and find some excuse I've books to read And birds to feed And the back of my eyelids I have to peruse.
So let's try to keep our spirits up I sat in the sun, with some gin in a cup So good to see bees But not so, my knees Winter bodies could do with a firm-up
Self isolation is hard for the gregarious Also when intentions are nefarious, This new way of life Brings worry and strife Right now, things are very precarious.
Now I take him for a walk just once a day It helps me too, I have to say Not too close to passers by With the rules I do comply Until he tries to keep a cat a bay.