Mrs Findlay

Poem

We’ve got this funny virus,

It’s floating in the air.

It’s stopping us from doing things,

It really isn’t fair.

 

They say we’ve got to stay at home,

We can’t go to school.

It’s getting really boring,

But for now it is the rule.

 

Mum and dad are teaching us,

I know it will be fine.

But after just five minutes,

They are reaching for the wine

 

I can’t wait ‘til it’s all over,

When we will once again be free.

And I won’t take things for granted,

I will hold close what’s dear to me.

By Mrs Findlay and Mrs Palethorpe