An "English" trip with Sue Moll

A brief Pageant of English Verse

I won’t arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

I’ll sanitise the door knob and make a cup of tea.

I won’t go down to the sea again, I won’t go out at all;

I’ll wander lonely as a cloud from the kitchen to the hall.

There’s a green eyed yellow monster to the north of Katmandu,

But I shan’t be seeing him just yet and nor, I think will you.

While the dawn comes up like thunder on the road to Mandalay,

I’ll make my bit of supper and eat it off a tray.

I shall not speed my bonnie boat across the sea to Skye,

Or take the English rolling road from Birmingham to Rye.

About the woodland, just right now, I am not free to go,

To see the Keep Out posters or the cherry hung with snow.

And no, I won’t be travelling much, within the realms of gold,

Or get to Milford Haven. All that’s been put on hold.

Give me your hands, I shan’t request, albeit we are friends,

Or come within two yards of you, until the lockdown ends.

Thank you Sue. You have certainly given us a chuckle!