A 2020 Lockdown take on "Twas the Night Before Christmas".
Poem rewritten and read by Peter Thorn
Set Design by Lillian Thorn
Music: "Eternal Structures" by Asher Fulero, from the RU-vid Audio Library
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'Twas the middle of Lockdown, we’re all stuck in our homes
Not a creature was leaving, but we didn’t moan;
The weather was either too sunny or rain,
But following the guidance, we’d never complain;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With 100 bed stories to fill up their heads;
And mamma in her onesie, and I on my diet,
Had just settled our brains for a piece of dang quiet,
When out on the drive there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the window to take a quick peek,
Between all the netting, the street I did seek.
The sun’s still not set, with hours yet to go
I looked out expecting, an empty street down below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should labour,
But a freaking party, of eight of my neighbours,
With a lot of annoyance and, no sense of humour,
I knew in a moment they must all be Boomers.
Social Distancing seems not to be their main aim,
So I whistled, and shouted, and called them all names;
"Now, Dammit, you Poser! Your making it worsen!
Oh, Come on! You’re Stupid! Stop chatting in person!
Stay back in your porch! Don’t go lean on their wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As essential workers slave to keep us all safe,
You’re throwing the guidelines, right back in their face;
COVID don’t care if you are old or you’re new,
Without keeping distance, you will catch it too!
5 окт 2024
