Who would have thought our summer enjoyment
Would cease so suddenly through lack of employment
Barbecue food will have you arrested
If sausage and joints have been digested.

Summer's not icumen in
Till the cuckoo starts to sing.
This virus will be gone by May
And you can wend your merry way
Down the Thames or Willen Lake
And scoff your bangers with beer and cake.

The virus wasn't quite as it seems,
But one of Klaus Schwab's evil schemes,
To make us submit to the new world order,
While thousands flood in across our border.

Be thankful you're not living in China
With rules enforced by a one-party liner:
Stuck in a high rise with nothing to eat
And burned alive afore let on the street.

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