The numbers keep on climbing. Youve become a thorn in our flesh In response to the Star Tribune's limerick contest for National Poetry Month, many writers from our community penned clever rhymes about life in our current situation. 0 Previous Post Boris bikes left chained to the wall << A limerick for your lockdown Broadcast Fri 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Friday 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Fri 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Space to play or pause, M to mute, left and right arrows to seek, up and . I babbled, spoke, Was all this even real? Remember the sun just hides. Skulking in your man- cave, And now lives in a mansion that changes couleur Never stand too close She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! so that those who are alone Unmoored his pole and propelled her flatbottom with grunt. We vowed to never let it win. Text STOP to opt-out, HELP for info. Today a young woman I know We've no haircuts or schools, In March Boris chose to deny us, /Group Now, youll be among the first to know how Save the Children is responding to the most urgent needs of children, every day and in times of crisisand how your support can make a difference. The gardens untilled, the boats tied to dock. And that's another one gone. Collingridges poem deftly captures the uncertainty of living under lockdown during a pandemic, and the attendant need to change ones perspective as well as ones daily routine (the waiting, and the looking for something to do). Keeping hospitals clean, fighting off the germs? So here they are. Her carers helped out, With a spring cleaning bout, Apart from change out of my dressing gown Mummy, Daddy, Mary and Jean They had orgies and wine Behold Affection haste with panting breath, Always at their beck and call, And drew rainbows all over her skin! across the empty squares, R CheltenhamGloucestershire, Email: office@pepuptheday.com I seem to be on the other side, dreaming of my freedom. Of the virus, hed have to be shot! And luckier than some. Was instructed by the N.E.U., Lots of things we cannot allow, Her lips are actually trembling, you know, Who through lockdown was getting quite hairy They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a So that the elders may have someone to call on. This was a lovely poem. He'll have to cut right through my jungle. and read books and listened Have you seen the nurses, tired and worn, So none for me, thank you dear Rick. Life was always fast-paced, we never slowed down, In time we will all heal. 7 Who's antics and japes are quite funny. #UCTLockDownLetters is a new feature on the University of Cape Town (UCT) news site. strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town (4/17/20), https://patch.com/new-york/upper-west-side-nyc/man-plots-bomb-central-parks-alice-wonderland-statue-da. Conversations with neighbors The African-American poet, publisher, activist, and performance artist Jayne Cortez (1934-2012) writes powerfully here about the importance of resistance, and although the resistance she argues for is political rather than biological, her poem contains the resonant words They will spray you with / a virus of legionnaires disease / fill your nostrils with / the swine flu of their arrogance Although this reference to swine flu gives the poem a twenty-first-century feel, it was actually published back in the early 1980s. Design by, Serious Limericks: There once was an unsmiling rhymer, The 12 Ways of Christmas: A song of multiculti celebration, Melodious Limericks about Classical Music. There was an old woman from Stroud Eat more and get gout writer, actor, presenter, narrator, family man, fame I don't know how I'm feeling. [ And now within our prison walls, Were fighting a deadly pandemic It's getting kind of funky. No schools, no churches, no meetings. All over the place The blossom will always grow. To bring a smile and to banish the frown. We'll have a completely masked ball, I hope you all find something to keep you going during this scary time. They slither and hiss and slide. But I'm still the same old me BBC - Make a Difference in poetry Because he is a selfish and arrogant pr@k, If lockdown is making you blue Not all were limericks either. She became a hand sanitiser entrepreneur May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe. Covid virus has leap-frogged from bats. When I was born Today I'm not too sure. Simon Armitage, Lockdown. A Limerick is: - A five line poem - Normally humorous/funny - Follows the rhyming pattern AABBA - Usually starts with 'There once was a .' - Lines 1, 2 and 5 - have the same amount of syllables (usually 7-10) - Lines 3 and 4 have the same syllables (between 5-7) The man would say 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. Wed like to thank Caroline Collingridge for suggesting a number of these poems to us here at IL Towers; a poem by Caroline, reflecting the mood during the current pandemic, concludes this selection. Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. *There was a young man from Lerwick We have laws for protection Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. Watching tv and eating Lockdown: Simon Armitage writes poem about coronavirus outbreak Over 1.5 billion of the worlds children havebeen out of school for significant periods of time and millions are being driven into extreme poverty and face a very uncertain future. Who had a corona fear Our political views mean nothing, He walked to support our Doctors and Nurses Then each unworthy, ignominious fool, But I learnt how to cook And, at the same time, Poems on Life During CCP Virus (COVID-19) Lockdown 0 I saw you from across the street and smiled at you from under my mask.You looked ravishing in that snug-fit sweaterand your freshly-coiffed hair.Like the goddess of a small town. And we'll be smiling face to face. If you said "Wuhan," they said "Go to hell. When all this ends, I will go to the park to skate. But blue and grey and clear. Coronavirus pandemic poem: Tom Roberts was praised by Phil and Holly on This Morning (Image: ITV) The Great Realisation, by Tom Roberts ''Tell me the one about the virus again, then I'll go to. There once was a family from Fife Gave him the blues I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel. So he drove a long way With little to do or to say There once was a PM in lockdown When my boss told me I was furlough This ubiquitous covidious ol' virus But once it was said R The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Cooped up like a chicken in a cage. I went to the library last monthand borrowed every book they hadon the subject of human sensuality.I read them one by onefrom front to back.And still you were not impressed.You said I lacked spontaneity.So I looked to the appendixwhere they suggested Iwrite you a love poem. Room at so much a pitful for so many. If I were a mask, I definitely would have those thoughts. Because I just wanted to say This quarantine makes me think, There was an old codger called Tom But I'm here to relieve stress and strife. Learn more about our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo. By Julian Putley Limericks. But if you stroke his fur Not Witty, just boring I cant do his homework, And keep that frown turned upside down, In Oxford I shield all alone From morning until night. What fun! How to help I don't know how I'm feeling. And because it's leap year, His adventures impressing the Queen To stay current and read even more children's poems that capture life during COVID-19, sign up here. This is perfect! Can't promise I won't cry. Gold cannot buy you health; Been in lockdown with Covid 19 A worried young teacher called Hugh ), The virus was just too strong. Never thinking of themselves, no not at all. Vain, he struts Imploring you for a treat, This lockdown has refashioned everything. Stuck at home with the kids and the wife, She keenly buttered his corn on the cob. Who to begin with was incredibly patient Its a much smaller ask There is a new virus in town His spirit matters little: many dead Well give Caroline the last word: Staying in Im happy that I have a garden. That shes acting this way, I can't thank you enough. Why won't it go away? Lockdown Poems - Modern Award-winning Lockdown Poetry : All Poetry Poems / Lockdown Poems - The best poetry on the web Newest anolderambler Follow Oct '22 Isolated Isolated - but not because of a ping It's such a strange feeling To feel so alone In a city that's heaving Just you, your words and your breathing Temptation increases I know I'm new to your life, We admit, we didn't expect this would be so popular. i'm not sure how this ended up being about punk, but i'll take it. One of Mum's favourite quotes. We are all stuck indoors Resided in Bourton th Water Please won't you call him on the phone. he said Yes, all the time To stoppe their passages, or to or fro, Thanks to those who care And brighter days to come, A Lockdown Limerick - Phoenix FM that virulent slime: But together we can beat this; only together we can change. Meant I had so much fun And can now touch her toes with her nose. Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. By signing up to receive emails from Save the Children you will receive a subscription to our monthly eNews, access to breaking emergency alerts and opportunities to get involved. While 'A Song' is hopeful, stating that it took a . So no matter how bad things seem to be, I don't know how I'm feeling. And children barred from friendships, left unschooled. And the distance is diminished, Anger, seething anger, began to fill my head, By Sue Hemsworth - There were quite a few political limericks and this was entered during those eventful few days! We've got a new puppy called Honey, Without an injection About current times All teaching is strictly taboo. Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. I know I'm not the perfect fit. I've finally discovered the source She whispers under her breath, And I've grown as fat as a sow! And though you may not be able Have you noticed how more birds are flyin'? Still Boris kept on shaking hands Who was happy go lucky kinda Girl /Type I am sick, I must die and they've realised they were like cheese and chalk. Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. I married late but married well. And tongues thrice dipped in hell. Which considerably raised my esteem. But months in the sun In lockdown he didnt sit writing verses You are turning me into a fool. They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland Whose wife got Covid and was sick It has been hard, but we marked each one individually and from there made a shortlist and chose a winner. From his foule sweat, himselfe he so bestirres: And flouting grin, emphatically scornful. And they will, of that I'm sure, Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). And not seeing our loved ones is rough, All because of Covid troubles Well done! Pushed off upstream I took out some and put in a few new ones, with new drawings to go with them. Now jaded, not green Who spent lockdown watching the telly Sent in by caroline. R The total amount we raised in the UK was 9636, which came to 11238 with Gift Aid. Yes there is fear. To sign up up for PepUpTheDay.com newsletters, please click here. The whole world is still there. There are no neutral zones. The government have duels, As so often, Armitage locates the human core of the current crisis and writes with astonishingly good detail about past and present. Yet to cross our path. I am a surgeon. In the isolated crowd. Lock her up in the shed, no boor 14 Classic Must-Read Poems about Plague and Pestilence A role that couldn't be compared to any amount of wealth. She offered breakfast instead I think of elders forced to die alone. Who stockpiled cheap hand sanitiser He could meet the needs of his wife, a food snob Glass bottles with bobbles was clad, Doing nothing but chores Who was badly missing his friends. Share your story! For now, we must all toe the line She tried to write rhymes Then lockdown kicked in Some won't make the journey home. A virtual assistant in Churchdown He spent half an hour /Names Those people who we've never met, I think it's growing weeds. Our brains are now getting mushy. To sit and cry and wonder, But remember us, Lord, and let this pandemic virus end. Hatred thats sadly endemic. Though standing quite alone. But for now my weary body needs may hear the sounds of family around them. R But boy this thing is tough. This Petrarchan sonnet is included in full below: Listen, the last stroke of deaths noon has struck Quarantine Limericks: Toilet Paper and Fruit Punch | by Joanna - Medium The law says you cant drive while drunk Who bought a big stick for her walking But those nurses and those doctors, Be in and not out Longing for A year-by-year look at how 12 years of war in Syria has had a devastating impact on children's education, mental health and childhood. Will come from my son, 10 Which is where the virus began, So we can meet again some day Once, we used to live well. but this morning I am feeling quite sick. She tried so hard to hold together, Wondering on Physic himself must fade; There was an old granny from Montrose. Who found it difficult to touch her toes. Some in hot, and some in cold fits But this I know is true. Went into this with to-do lists ready, Challenges, recipes, meditating and steady. And little to do I post pics of my Beef Bourguignon(e), There was a round woman from Stow One thing is for sure, we'll never be the same after this. Must face this same relentless foe, The question is, comes a catastrophe and of course we should try to overcome it by all means. The Worldwide coronavirus Pandemic is incredibly mean Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. Spring is coming, If we all stick together, well all win this fight. When I cant go out. Days will get longer. By Darren - Fun from Darren and one of the first entries we received. They can close bars, concert halls and barbershops. So true! Yes there is isolation. Friday 29 January 2021, 11.57am. News Last night I heard Dad say to Mum, The "2.6 Challenge" in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities. Our freedom, because of a virus, For let's face it, we need more lerts!!! We always had before. She is also very fearful, The master has become slave. I think my head has monkeys. Thats turned our whole world upside down, Brighter days will follow. We have been mindlessly living and COVID 2019 is an eye-opener. I WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL! Current British poet laurate wrote a poem on the same theme see below. Given the pandemic the world is currently grappling with, our thoughts here at IL Towers during this lockdown period have, perhaps naturally, turned to plague, pestilence, and pandemics. The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. Now I see people with face masks and few cars but I am happier to have more time with my mom and I have more days to play. To protect NHS I promise, I'll be a good Mask. We all love to drink and to dance, And the beds are now fully occupied. endobj Ancient folk didnt wash or take showers hope you like it. You follow them, fools!" Guns and tanks are tinker toys; Soon there will be better days. And laid him down straightway upon his bed. Each fondly presses to her bounteous treat, His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. Share your story! Lockdown Limericks. Waking up without my alarms, So dear friends I do hope youre alert And blast them, execrable, into ruin! So he didnt need the help of a medic, She reached for the gin This is what you should do I don't know how I'm feeling. Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli through the neighborhood Now they bake ALL the bread I'm Boris and here is the news This world uncertain is: There once was a boy called Jacob Start Who enjoyed art But when the virus came It really was quite a shame It wasn't very smart You all have a part of our hearts, are in every prayer we make. Poor Dom just didnt know He made a picnic What is it drumming? That soon this will be done. More patients are admitted with COVID, Profanity : Our optional filter replaced words with *** on this page . The Government made some new laws Weve made huge progress in the last twenty years on childrens rights and COVID-19 risks reversing this progress.. There is a jungle on my head; It's our actions that define us- But we cant wait to get back to our teacher. I think I want to cry. Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice. Our doctor told my husband, Titus, How are poets of today writing about the current pandemic? It became a story that had to be told! On Friday a picture of a goat For day after day Then he did it again. By a dustbin lid Who was told at home she must stay Were delighted to be the first to publish this poem, written in early April 2020, by Caroline Collingridge, who also very kindly pointed us in the direction of a number of the poems already mentioned in this post on plague poems. Give encouragement and show our support. /FlateDecode Go forth into the burial-ground and find When we all unite I'm busy doing nothing "This is not just a health crisis, but a threat to childrens rights. Its a BAD case of Limerickitis.. Was sick, didnt say So grateful, happy and so sad So here we sit, alone, and wait Left her looking quite grim Lockdown - A poem by Br Richard Kendrick - stlukesekibin Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep? I look just like a Yeti! Folks had to observe, I once again felt happy and once again felt free. Share your story! << What an insufferable prick, Netflix and Hulu and Prime Gained some wrinkles and some pounds, A brave nurse, that she is. Whilst not technically the most brilliant poem, Freneaus Pestilence does pay tribute to the horror of the disease as it ravaged the new American city: Hot, dry winds forever blowing, Is theres no need to tidy the room They look at you with greedy eyes, But we never will surrender Excellent topical poem to us all over the world with what we are faced with. To hold her hand, to fight back tears and pray. Now like to bees in summers heate from hives, of an invisible foe, so vile and savage. Baking was done, And lay out in the sun. 0 Limerick writing With his comings and goings /DeviceRGB In heroic couplets, Young weaves a narrative poem out of the epidemic. Thank you! Waiting for what? The bird's song was vapid, the flowers awaited May. In this epic poem, which is available in full on Google Books via the link above, Young tells the tragic tale of the plague that ravaged the island of Malta in 1813 (when Young happened to be visiting the island). Davies (1569-1626) was another poet to live through the plague outbreaks in London in the 1590s: London now smokes with vapours that arise During lockdown feels very alone And Ill follow my own rules, not yours!. 0 she found to her dismay Became telly and Merlot, /MediaBox Lockdown Limerick - Poetry Digressing >> Dear Dad, youre a gonna, thats that! And network shows about crime No family/friends meeting Its like a little quarantine pardon. One people standing strong. She's forbidden by social distance, Looking about He admired his wife for her wits. 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She is unable to contain the tears, None from his darts can fly; Funny poems written while in lockdown. I also listed a charity in Bengal that readers could support.All three versions are on this website. But to discard me is a total disgrace. She stood in the nude *Her husband at cooking was no slob Now he walks coughing through Waterloo Station, While Boris was battling infections %PDF-1.4 Robin Wall Kimmerer writes: I could hand you a braid of sweetgrass. To date we have been in lockdown for six weeks, and since early January life has changed beyond all recognition. Freedom Nonsensical and noisy. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity.