SHALL I compare thee to a toxic disease?
Thou art lovely but masked up.
Rough statistics shake the darling bedwetters in May,
And summer’s lockdown hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often are the beaches crammed;
And every business from business sometime declines,
By chance, or Boris’ changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal lockdown shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that liberty thou gave,
Nor shall freedom brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men test positive, or eyes can see,
So long lives Covid19, and this gives fear to thee.
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