04-15-2021, 04:01 AM
Mick's walking started in the spring last year:
he'd read online that exercise is good
in these strange times, might just relieve the fear
and if you can get out a bit, you should;
so every day, at 8 and noon and 5,
he'd don his coat, or not, and go outdoors
to tread the bumpy tarmac of his drive,
alone but for his thoughts on plagues and wars;
once lockdown measures eased, he thought he'd try
to catch the bus, just as he used to do,
the number 10, and suddenly quite spry
he headed out, his thinking now, Woo-hoo!
At last, he would enjoy the old bus ride;
his feet, however, brought him back inside.
he'd read online that exercise is good
in these strange times, might just relieve the fear
and if you can get out a bit, you should;
so every day, at 8 and noon and 5,
he'd don his coat, or not, and go outdoors
to tread the bumpy tarmac of his drive,
alone but for his thoughts on plagues and wars;
once lockdown measures eased, he thought he'd try
to catch the bus, just as he used to do,
the number 10, and suddenly quite spry
he headed out, his thinking now, Woo-hoo!
At last, he would enjoy the old bus ride;
his feet, however, brought him back inside.