The trèe gave up before the night began
As if on feeling there had been a ban
The sky was rosy beige but not enough
The artist had no interest in the brush
The shape is like a bow but long ànd thin
It don’t look like nobody can win.
Now the sky is putty like my Mac
The trees are falling over looking black
The sun ungracious took its fàce away
We will see no more of it todày
Be polite and do not kill your friend
Share your food with others every day
Do not gossip,spite is not profound
Share your sorrows and let comfort stay
Treat the poor respectfully and well
Do not steal a woman with a gun
The poor live close to God so there be still
Do not cause ill feelings hating men
It’s all about good manners I perceive
Do not spoil our sojourn with your greed
Our leader has abolished the rules for living with Covid So his pals may have parties every night,while the poor get poorer.Oh just like the old days at Oxford
The air is cold and blank,the sky is beige.
The wind has dropped,the birds seem disengaged.
How my heart sings 