In spring 2020, after what already seemed an eternity of lockdown I decided to lighten the mood with a little doggerel. Mostly it was in limerick form, occasionally in another meter. Usually it was daily, sometimes twice a day. There were times, as my wife attempted to communicate, when my glazed stare betrayed a desperate search for an unlikely rhyme. The news generally proved a rich source. Topics ranged from people's frustrated desire for a trip...
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