Infectious

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Australian poet, Black Lives Matter march, Covid-19 lock-down, poem, poetry, WuFlu lock-down

𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀

I’ve caught the fever! Come and march with me!
We’ll give them all a dose of anarchy!
Sure I’m infected! Should I give a damn?
I have to show how virtuous I am.

— D.N. O’Brien

Wrong Way! Go Back!

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, WuFlu lock-down

𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐚𝐲! 𝐆𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤!

We’re safely locked-down in our houses.
(We all know who now wears the trousers)
We’re up that foul creek,
Indebted and weak,
And led by a bunch of girl’s blouses.

— D.N. O’Brien

Confined Old Codger Couplets

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Australian poet, Covid-19 lock-down, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets, WuFlu lock-down

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

The old man has seen plagues and war,
But not such foolishness before.

He stares out from his lonely cave,
And thinks the Swedes are rather brave.

He’d take his chances — stand and fight,
But that no longer is his right.

They say they wish to keep him well.
He’d tell them all to go to Hell.

Old friends and places he’ll not see,
If he dies in captivity.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Waiting War

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Australian poet, Covid19 crisis, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, WuFlu, WuFlu lock-down

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐚𝐫

Getting paid not to fight! This is sweet!
In our trenches the war drums we beat.
We will never attack.
Let him pillage and sack!
We will wait till the foe sounds retreat.

— D.N. O’Brien