Cinnamon

Hot chocolate was the remedy 

As we huddle with the duvet

And sit to watch the telly

You curl up by the heater 

I'm an inch away, a millimetre 

Peeling off my socks 

While the PM talks 

 

The pandemic he says

Has brought us to wits end

The company we keep

Runs far too deep

Our presence on the streets

Brought on a press release:

 

“Christmas is cancelled 

Tell all of your friends

No more turkeys

But I’ll have my dividends”