Monday, 7th September 2020, Inchcock escapes from captivity and cunningly flees his Woodthorpe Court. To investigate the Coronavirus affects in the City Centre, buy stuff he doesn’t need, cripple his poor feet, and a failed search for a chinwag!
Plans were laid,
For his escapade,
The Escape bid was made,
He was feeling fraught and afraid!
Arriving on Upper Parliament Street,
Alighted the bus, hobbles to Poundland,
Already pains from Relux Roger and his feet,
He spent on superfluous stuff, like crabmeat,
Then to the Bargain shop, wishing he could find a seat!
He bought three things, none of them needed,
His enthusiasm for his escape, now, receeded,
Little Inchies fungal lesion bleeding, succeeded,
His finances, he had further bleeded!
He hobbled along Milton Street then,
Down Clumber Street, he was saddened, when,
He saw the closed shop, there were over ten,
Including his camera shop, he nearly cried then!
Sadly, he made his way to the end,
Feeling lonely and down a bit,
What Coronavirus has created, can we mend?
Oh, dear, a penny he needed to spend!
The urge he had to suspend!
To the corner of Long Row, he did wend!
A photo of Pelham Street he did take,
Then one a shot backwards up Clinton he did make,
Long Row, too, where he took some more,
Off towards his bus stop in the Slab Square,
Paramedics, Security Guards, were there,
The people looked so full of despair!
The rain came down, he took shelter from it,
Under the shop eaves, but it didn’t last long,
He took this photo, he quite liked the resulting effect,
His bladder was full, to the bus stop direct!
En route, Slab Square was photographed,
He tripped on the wheeled trolley walker,
He even managed a little laughter,
When he passed wind and hiccoughed!
He caught the bus back, a painful drive home,
Got off on Chestnut Walk, glad he finished his roam,
Damn it, he’d forgot to get his shaving foam!
He sheltered from the sudden rain,
Under the cover, and gloom was falling again,
He belched, it smelt like aminomethane,
He hobbled toward home; it was a strain!
He got in his flat,
He untangled his hearing aids from his mask,
It was a fiddley, difficult task!
Made himself a meal that,
Was too big, but not too much fat,
He fell asleep, and that was that!
Not a very good ode this time, uncertainty and confusion were visiting me. Sorry.