Thursday 18th March 2021
Mayanmar (Burmese): ကြာသပတေးနေ့ 18 မတ်လ 2021
Escape From Lockdown
Out through the lobby, on the ground floor,
Decorations? it could do with some more,
It’s not exactly, haute couture,
Off I went, in search of a natter for sure,
I suppose I’ll spend a lot, and come back poorer?
Get some food, that’s epicure!
Visited the Warden Julie, then I caught the bus,
Gossip at the bus stop, that gave me a rush,
To town and into Wilko, the staff were peed-off and deamur.
Getting out was wearying, but grand!
But I forgot to buy a new toothbrush!
On to Poundland, a barren shelves, empty place,
I took my time searching, it was not a race,
Wandered around limping at a steady pace,
Many items I could not trace,
The basket filled up at a worrying pace!
I was glad to get out of the place!
I limped to the Bargain Buys store,
To buy even more,
Saw my first Escooters, Cor!
Later on I see many more, as many as a score!
I went in the shop, empty shelves were less,
But items were dearer in there, I must stress!
Lovely lady on the till; I paid my bill!
Out to Trinity Square,
Even less tellurians around there!
Starving pigeons, came down,
All I could do was apologise and frown,
Poor things, it isn’t fair!
Down Kings Walk, nobody there,
To chat with, on my way to the Slab Square,
And happened, I have to share…
My first Pavement Cyclist, of the day,
He came from behind me,
I shouted out; ‘Hey!’
He just went on his way,
His approach I did not see,
On King Street, more Escooters I did see,
I5 mph they can do, so they say,
But they park them anywhere, in the way!
Faster than disabled scooters, how I pray…
The disabled don’t get in their way!
I saw them on pavements and carriageway,
Footpaths, even in a shop doorway,
Still it’s summat that adults and kids can play!
I hobbled, struggling with the overloaded trolley,
To Queen Street, having spent too much lolly,
getting everything on the bus, was a melee,
Cartilage Cathy, was getting painful, I must say!
I had to hold onto the trolly, every inch of the way,
Knowing Colin Cramps would later make me pay!
Later in the day,
I limped back to the block and flat, with bravery!
Cathy Cartilage and Colin Cramps bad, and feeling bladdery!
Sorted out the purchases from the painful shopping spree,
The Wilko bag first, toothpaste, cleaners for me,
Oh, and anti-diahorrea capsule I see,
I got one them straight away!
Then the fortune spent at the Poundland store,
I couldn’t have carried any more!
Medications, to make me feel less sore,
Gonna use the Chilli & Salt tonight for sure,
Baked beans as well, I saw!
Then the Bargain shop bag was sorted,
Nothing exciting to be reported,
As I did this, Cathy Cartilage became detorted,
And twinges from Colin Cramps contorted!
The baked beans and chilli seasoning went down very well.
The innards rumbled, oh, hell!
Trotsky Terence might be building as well?
Washed stripped, and as to can tell,
Into the recliner, I fell,
One fat leg, one thin, one hard the other soft and weak,
Colin Cramps kicked off, Phorpained, enough for a week!
Repeated this several times, I felt overmeek,
Colin continued his hassle,
The chances of sleep, were rather bleak,
To our saviour, I did speak,
His reply to me, was all Greek,
Colin Cramps continued, painfully he did wreak,
For painlessness I did beseech, and seek,
When I moved, the cartilage did squeak,
I was aching tired and weak,
Yet contented, so to speak!
I passed involuntary wind, and had a keek!