Jabberwocky (or possibly Jab-erwocky) for these times
‘Twas Covid, and the slimy coves
Did lie and gamble on our lives.
Self seeking were the Boris Goves
In hope they would survive.
“Beware the Omicron, my son!
The antivax, the men of state!
Beware the Boris bird, and shun
The rules that come too late!”
He took his syringe then in hand:
Long time the Omicron he sought
So rested he by the science tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Omicron with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the neighbourhood
And burbled as it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The science blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Omicron?
Come to my arms, my science boy!
O frabjous day! Calloo, callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas Covid, and the slimy coves
Did lie and gamble on our lives.
Self seeking were the Boris Goves
In hope they would survive.
