Читать книгу DIARY OF A VIRUS - Gregory J. McKenzie - Страница 9

When many things are lost,

A larrikan spirit counts not the cost;

Lack of contact that gave it bite,

Well honored day becomes shite.

Fools hoisted upon jester's wings,

Social cloud that illness brings.

Midday rule forgotten or ignored,

None pranked nor bored.

Last roasting some gullible mate,

Social media focused on racial hate.

Sensing traditional running gag,

World lost in time lag.

This year it will just have to wait,

The plague of fear to abate.