Poems

Start of lockdown I went bed with a frown ma d e me feel so down I can’t do this, I sighed I wake up, panic attack peace is what I lack how can I do this for weeks on end? I go back to  bed,  I can’t go on if this lockdown lasts too long The streets are empty caravan park shut they are closed and empty like a beach hut The town so still no tourists about deader than winter with no way out B and B’s closed hotels to o time on their hands nothing to do  A sobering thought for locals And the odd caravanner Who still have their  reasons For staying on, else they’d be gone They are still here as Government Exemptions apply…… ….. Else Police and Security would make sure,  They’d said Goodbye It ’s  funny As when you ask the locals Where they’re originally from Nottingham, Mansfield, Sheffield The list goes on Tourism will change now I know that for sure People will sell their caravans And it will be