Everyone, Cheers!

 Everyone, Cheers! (‘Super Saturday’ approaching during Covid 19 )

By Carole Blackburn 

We cannot raise a glass or two,

I fear amidst our old friends, as I knew.

It is not granted my love, for fear,

The sprawl of this unseen,

stench less, hushed, viral killer.

As hosts it transforms us, it is no thriller.  

Ailing.

Descending.

Shifting us to stay away, until Friday.

 

In the past, oh, but the brave, dare to trudge,

One hour a day, it was, for our amusement.

This prolonged monotony was becoming translucent.

For a drought-like, brunch?

Through recreational park gates, 

For sure, with all our best mates!

To sit, to stare, to wait, for tavern times, to reinstate.

 

We all pray and yell, “This might be Heaven”

 In thought, please God finish, belay this, Hell.

Striding out, unlike week 7.

The gentle relaxing,

 of our enforced stay,

 we must try, and obey.

 

With no permission now, to ask,

to wander freely, about

is our task.

As this weekend, we are all let out!

To ‘App’ and sip and sway.

At a pub, just walk this way!

 

Now, happier hours are here.

We all need, again, in unison to hear,

“Cheers, my dear!”

 

But those others, we toast,

we wonder, are becoming, more hosts?

But bid, this killer.

Good riddance! For today,

as in the glowing brilliance,

of the taverns.

Intoxicated by our mid-year beers,

don’t approach me! For still in fear.

We guzzle, gulp and swig.

Boisterous proclamations, as we jig.

Pealing, chiming in our ears,

Cheers, everyone, Cheers!

 16^th July 2020

Copyright Carole Blackburn