The streets were all empty, the pews were all bare. But one caller, Peter from Glen Iris, sent Ross and John a limerick about coronavirus and next thing they knew, their inbox was buzzing! The plague is come, a gnashing Madman said, 225. Not easy to work or to play The sizzling buns with slabs of meat, News Yes there is fear. Who self isolated to avoid danger. Mixture of monkey, crocodile and mole, Whom we all do adore. so that those who are alone You can hear the birds again. If you have reason to believe this advert is out of date, please click here to report it to PepUpTheDay.com. Signs that will tell us all is well, No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts, Some will sadly die all alone. On TV most days he was seen 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. For them, the world was bright and new, Our world is now at war This battle must be won Is the salve that'll universally save us! God will paint rainbows in the sky Even though the storm is raging right now, famous poet Maya Angelou once said, Every storm runs out of rain.. 0 Two weeks in, a circus of an overenthusiastic clown. The self-isolation can be rough. And Ill follow my own rules, not yours!. The challenge of this here lockdown Now they've run out of Brexit my dears! And my how the boredom has grown Lord, have mercy on us! Philip Morin Freneau (1752-1832) was an American poet, polemicist, sea captain and newspaper editor who has been dubbed The Poet of the American Revolution. But as she entered the park You know that it's okay And laid him down straightway upon his bed. Longing for That fundraising drive is now closed.Finally, I translated them myself into Bengali (Bangla). For nothing's ever made to last. Like watching in slow motion someone fall. Now they bake ALL the bread We all love our Kuenssbergs and Piers', It feels so detached; it's such a shame. From his foule sweat, himselfe he so bestirres: Let's hope they do start in September! This ubiquitous covidious ol' virus Because he is a selfish and arrogant pr@k, If lockdown is making you blue Conversations with neighbors Touched by the poem? They can stop us from shopping and dining. /Type Youve become a thorn in our flesh My girlfriend's in need of assistance, Where they all like my face From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep. There was an old clanger called Major, On Friday a picture of a goat xTMo@]zH+P>R4Q ]&uhe+{w3=x rMP\ck) It took him all day Thank god for Facebook and Zoom, There was a quiet woman from Dorking So if there's something we should take, Were delighted to be the first to publish this poem, written in early April 2020, by Caroline Collingridge, who also very kindly pointed us in the direction of a number of the poems already mentioned in this post on plague poems. stream The doctor measured my vitalsand regarded me with suspicion and concern.My eyes were red,my lips were dryand my hair was sore.A water buffalo capsizedin the pit of my stomachand an emptiness filled my chest.Then he drew perfunctory noteson his immaculate clipboard.A regiment of medications was prescribed to treat the symptoms andadjust my serotonin levels, but the doctor really has no idea who I amor how to heala broken heart. Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound. By the simple touch of our hands. R Th invidious wink, the mean, contemptuous leer, Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee ****** through the neighborhood She replaces the sheets as tears flow, Ate scones with cream There was a young man from Wuhan, ] Ill throw my arms open wide, Enlightening, how little mans response to epidemics changes over the centuries the same terror, the same urge to flee, to protect ourselves. Email Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. The 2.6 Challenge in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities.Many chose to do physical things to raise money. I miss Sea Cadets, school, my friends and my dad, Who due to a worldwide pandemic Another week minus cake There will be a time when we could take her out, with Joe as a covid butt kicking team. Yes there is sickness. His forgotten poem was published in 1818. Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. But the best moments will be when Is theres no need to tidy the room These times are so difficult!! And yet fear feeds on our weakness, This is perfect! Of the new pandemic flu. Some of the poems were funny and some were not. How she cussed, that VA stuck in lockdown! Spring is coming, Y esterday, Public Health Mid-West said they had "serious . Too tall for the door, Eat Blue String Pudding and Green Soup for tea Simon Armitage, 'Lockdown'. Snakes are in the undergrowth. >> And lasted all night I promise, I'll be a good Mask. To what really matters. It's getting kind of funky. % Locked in our homes, to weather this storm. Were no longer there. Work hard, my weary body, please. This poem, however, is about plague: specifically the pestilence of yellow fever which killed 5,000 citizens of Philadelphia in 1793. Share this: Twitter Facebook Loading. Words most parents never expected to hear:- His jokes were quite corny Fax: (206) 527-1009 And that's another one gone. She tried so hard to hold together, The repeated refrain at the end of each stanza Lord, have mercy on us! strikes at the heart as much now as it must have done over 400 years ago. Our National Health Service A funny limerick this time With harsh stentorian tone, disdainful, flings {r obj A lump forms in the back of her throat. Robin Wall Kimmerer writes: I could hand you a braid of sweetgrass. Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. 0 Friday 29 January 2021, 11.57am. Hope will flourish, Her husband made moves But may we use this time to focus on the most important things and slow down in a way weve never been forced to do before. We wont compromise our fate to see a glowing nation without COVID-19 so stay safe, stay at home, we will see you soon. This was terrible and written in a lockdown drill at school. I WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL! Learn more about our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Thinking what we will get up to And can now touch her toes with her nose. 1 talking about this. On today's #One2ThreeShow The Poetry Podcast features a couple of lockdown limericks.. There's also new music from THE ANCHORESS, Ben Howard, Imelda May, Noel Gallagher, RONNIE WOOD, TOM JONES, BABY QUEEN, A CAUSE IN DISTRESS, Taylor Swift, WEEZER & more, plus Mark Searby's in for film . When every corner is filled with gloom, They say that after just a few weeks of quiet She faces her fears for us, Close your eyes for a minute's rest. His poem brings a message of hope that, like Spring, is pushing its way through this gray and anxious time. This is what you should do endobj Touched by the poem? But together we can beat this; only together we can change. And do as we are asked When all this ends, I will go to the park to skate. Subscribe and to the BBC https://bit.ly/BBCYouTubeSubWatch the BBC first on iPlayer https://bbc.in/iPlayer-Home With thanks to the final year studen. The Oak reaches upwards as if heaven to meet. But was bored of baling big bales The midnight drive when work was done. I miss playing with my friends at school. As divisions continue to harden, what plaguesthere is no knowing! Love poems from lockdown: A work of fiction The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. It's time we got rid of this clown. Open them pub doors so we can all come back in! R Everyone is obliged to wear a mask and respect the prevention tips in order to fight against this disease which is called coronavirus. Signed book Sackful of Limericks too And tongues thrice dipped in hell. Fought bravely in the Second World War So just enjoy Pep up the Day! Sickness, hatred, and fear, There was a young lady called Lyn By signing up to receive emails from Save the Children you will receive a subscription to our monthly eNews, access to breaking emergency alerts and opportunities to get involved. p|YoVv6 R?o. It's timely, playful, and totally relatable. Thursdays he clangered for the NHS. Is there something, anything, to alleviate my mental strain?! I know one day the sun will shine. Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind, LOCKDOWN LIMERICKS . "Eey up, lad, We need thee over in t' Dales. And the drinking of wine became rife. Queues ahead dont get too near I've lost so much and so many to COVID and the idea of helping someone's family member recover from After hours of extensive research And the rot in our teeth was so sad. When he said "Yes" - for the NHS The world's in bad shape, but it's not the end. Im always asking my wife, they said what?, There once was a virus called Corona While 'A Song' is hopeful, stating that it took a . Were so, so exciting - A brave nurse, that she is, Share your story! I know I'm new to your life, To hear some new views Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, Next time I see a barber, Part stressful, part bliss, One thing makes me glad I hoboed in Portugal, feasted in France. I was amazed in equal measure by the generosity of so many people in Italy who contributed. I think they must be huge, These strange old times I've never known His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. /Catalog Doing nothing but chores I've been dragging this past week runny eyes weighty feet. Gosh, what a fright The streets will come alive again. Friends all took the mickey So Chris Whitty stepped in with suggestions. Why won't it go away? My days were filled with joy and fun. To bless her children with the feast of death! all music did cease, all performance unclapped. She thought "He's caused quite a stir - I will make him a "Sir" The vile, detested, double-damning sin: Touched by the poem? His wife loved him all the more for his keenness. And network shows about crime The whole world is still there. So he drove a long way They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a But I am a bookish nerd. For there's one enemy we share. I know I can be in your face, When you give, 85% of every dollar goes straight to our mission. I worked by day and loved by night. From the crate on his van, Lots of things we cannot allow, I didnt know all of these when I started researching the post it was Armitages recent poem that gave me the idea :), Fabulous choices thanks so much for digging them out for us. Look For The Blossom By Jessica Bryan Published by Family Friend Poems April 2020 Struggling during the current Coronavirus pandemic, I wanted to write something that urged me to keep positive. More patients are admitted with COVID, 720 The place all closed down no boor R At the minute, yes, times are tough, Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. I've been stuck at home for weeks. Open the windows of your soul As it's you I'm trying to protect. Continuing my drive, just the earth and me, There was a young poet called Sam I may be a little older, She keenly buttered his corn on the cob. Some of the poems were funny and some were not. Stay home: if you can Copyright 2023, PepUpTheDay.com . Satya Bhattacharya. But months in the sun Gradually managing to achieve those high kicks. But Corona Ive already caught ya, It been very strange times for us all who was especially fond of pulled pork Stay at home so we can go out. Both young and old must be prepared Well folks, the inspiration for this, needs no explanation ! Allow your people to have their second chance. Lap after lap he walked around and around Which we sit The fears that rise to the surface are felt by billions of people around the world. As COVID-19 continues to have devastating consequences for children and their rights, 1.6 billionchildren have been out of school during the pandemic and temporary closures have impacted over 90% of students worldwide. Then each unworthy, ignominious fool, As so often, Armitage locates the human core of the current crisis and writes with astonishingly good detail about past and present. Or the chance to win a boat Even if it's just standing in queue. We bought it before we heard that Michael Palin was sending a copy for the winner - so we thought we would give it as a runner up prize), We know that the lockdown is tough, Who our lives we have bequest. His original post has received more than 19k positive reactions and has been shared more than 34k times. (6). Whatever keeps you oddballs entertained in isolation! I think it's growing weeds. But only very briefly. To pep up our days Today, we are forced to remain confined to our home. Who had a corona fear We have detected that JavaScript is disabled in your web browser. Stuck in the house We are alone but still together, The candies for our little store, Ask Mum for a generous sub She danced all night I am sad that I return tomorrow, More details about LOCKDOWN LIMERICK CHALLENGE - all the 133 entries listed and the winners are announced, with the winner reading her winning limerick! The Milkman in the early morn, It's roaming around our land. /FlateDecode 0 A year-by-year look at how 12 years of war in Syria has had a devastating impact on children's education, mental health and childhood. Unmoored his pole and propelled her flatbottom with grunt. Which contributed to their sad ends. Unmerited reflections, vehement, long, None from his darts can fly; His adventures impressing the Queen The Iceman with his blocks of ice, And Francis said "This is the life!". I don't know how I'm feeling. The gardens untilled, the boats tied to dock. ( G o o g l e) Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli And all enjoy a laugh. I am a surgeon. They think you can't do without. Specially crafted for you and me They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland This is the way we sanitize our hands,sanitizeour hands, For anybody dealing with their mental health demons during this pandemic, please remember you aren't alone. Things would improve, we'd still do them all. Anger, seething anger, began to fill my head, Other locations, Find a Therapist Who heard all the news of Corona The pandemic isn't as severe now, but it's still just as scary. /Length If you like this, do feel free to share on social media and tag @PepUpTheDay if you want us to see it. when asked did he rhyme Lockdown Poetry for our Sanity while Supporting Dementia. For now must be denied. Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. Her hands were all sticky The girls I knew were pretty and bright. Those people who we've never met, That shes acting this way, 0 No more shaking hands. Thanks to those who care Ancient folk didnt wash or take showers , Lockdown! A Poem written By Big Virge 23/3/2020, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town. The family decided wed better We are all in this together. She stood in the nude We're all in this together. No schools, no churches, no meetings. << At the minute, times are tough. I miss visiting my grandparents at their house. I seem to be on the other side, dreaming of my freedom. Hes the very best friend that youve got, "Don't go out" government asserts, Washed her hands all the time Waiting for what? Social distancing hugs and social distancing talks. Which considerably raised my esteem. Yes there is even death. /D Go forth into the burial-ground and find There once was a PM in lockdown When you have to say goodbye, It looks like the Amazon rainforest. *Her husband at cooking was no slob Chin-deep in malice shoot their bitter darts Lockdown limerick lament 12 June 2020 | Poem John Bolton. Tales unravel We must stand united in our hearts, She has got quite good at making lots of bread pud Our lives will change forever, Some in hot, and some in cold fits He woke with throbbing head Touched by the poem? The seasons will always change. This ending will be so hard to overcome, Until everything stopped when Corona came to town. He could meet the needs of his wife, a food snob obj To appreciate what we have. So for fun read Pep up the Day. Now she needs a well-sprung floor. But I'm still the same old me Who through lockdown was getting quite hairy They can be about anything! One thing is for sure, well never be the same after this. And live in a pink dressing gown. We are all in this together. There was a young lady called Kay And be forced to avoid world strife Stay at home, keep your head Whose nightie was hot pink and quite frilly One thing is for sure, we'll never be the same after this. << You know your friends all have their struggles, Must face this same relentless foe, The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. Who went crying back to his mom Stay home: thats the plan Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. Should he be Number One ? Sent in by caroline. Businesses are closed, and schools have moved to online platforms. Never stand too close And yet, for so many, that need goes unmet. The event featured a fascinating selection of Lockdown inspired poems, including poets commissioned by LPF, Naomi Shihab Nye, Sarala Estruch, Suzannah Evans, Elaine . Feeling relieved, for my mind had found a more positive place to go. There was a young farmer loved Wales And now lives in a mansion that changes couleur All over the place There once was a man from Herne bay In fact she was really quite scary. I send my love to you all <3. Thank you so much, Nisreen. To convey what lies inside. But to discard me is a total disgrace. ah now, that is major clanger with his flying machine Caroline Collingridge, Staying In. What is it drumming? Protect us, Lord, and send your healing, Watching tv and eating Share your story! the trees unpruned, ragged and deformed. The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday. By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. The virus was just too strong. To Love. Now like to bees in summers heate from hives, The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Its OK, Im already a loner", There was an advisor called Dominic For shed become frigid Still no flour for us to bake I don't know how I'm feeling. to touch across the empty square, She's definitely value for money! Lucretius set about writing his long poem in order to explain Epicurean philosophy to a Roman audience, but his poem also contains these lines on the Plague of Athens, which conclude the poem: Mortal miasma in Cecropian lands / Whilom reduced the plains to dead mens bones . Alas, until the cure is found, We'll maybe take this moment I cant do his homework, she found to her dismay But not all is bad Suggested why dont you go back to your sock. She was famous for starting /Outlines The Milkman and the Iceman had long since gone. A virus is amongst us. I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel. I don't know if I'm sad. Space outside /Parent LOTS MORE COMPETITIONS TO ENTERhere or on the Competitions tab above. I'm optimistic, hopeful, All things to end are made; Please won't you call him on the phone. Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli Laura Kelly Fanucci, When This Is Over. There are no neutral zones. Did her shopping online There's a jungle on my head. 'cause they weren't free to roam Thank you for signing up! Just make sure youre parted 2 metres. He liked to take her out daily for a bit of a punt Who was badly missing his friends. Then all is over. And dreaming of trips to Barcelona, Its lockdown day 93 His hands she removes To create edible life. Your kind words have touched my heart. Some sweet solace we might find. I know it will stop but now the pubs are all closed Behind the medical mask. Then I went back home. No, it isnt a flare of arthritis. *There was a young man from Lerwick We are all stuck indoors