Closer comes the sickening,
the withering, the reckoning.
Closer, now, and closer still.
It always has, and always will,
be there for you, to scare for you
and bare for you your bones.
A pox is on the world today,
perhaps a curse, as some would say.
No, no, it’s just a new disease
that spreads and roams with deadly ease
to mums and dads, and older lads
and older ladies too.
The peril of the world today
is that we’re all six steps away
from every other, everywhere
from over here to over there,
and now we’re all ascloseasthis,
our sickness spreads without a kiss.
It only takes a sneeze or cough
to see your friends and neighbours off,
so stay at home and wait it out,
there is no need to run about,
just save yourself and watch the fun.
Something wicked this way comes.